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Why did I tell these imbeciles anything?

I slammed the hammer down on the fence post one last time, gritting my teeth against the vibrations that reverberated through my arms.A satisfying clang rang out in the crisp morning air.

It was cold out this morning.Cold and clear for the first time in weeks.

As I straightened my back, I felt a surge of pride wash over me, knowing the post was firmly anchored in place.I exhaled, a puff of smoke leaving my lips, a visible reminder of the change in the weather and the effort I had put into this simple task.

There was something uniquely fulfilling about using sheer brute force to make something go the way you wanted it.Every time I hit that post, I was throwing all my frustration into it.

Demon had been driving me crazy.Every night for the past couple of days, the beast had forced a shift.I’d find myself butt ass naked the next morning behind her house, in the woods that ran along the perimeter of the chain link fence she had around her property.

Jogging naked through the woods in the freezing cold sucked ass.And not in any good way.But I’d do it just to catch a glimpse of Jezebel’s sweet face as she crossed the floor of her little house with the early sunrays dancing through the windows as she made her coffee.

Fuck.I had it bad.

“Hand me another post,” Dante grunted, and I did.

Because of all the rain, we had to wait a few days for the lumber to be delivered, and we were running behind.But one good thing about being a Shifter was the fact the three of us would have completed setting the posts before noon.

Then I could check my phone.See if she answered.

The other day when I first delivered the check to Jezebel and took her out to feed the goats, I thought I had it all worked out.Figured the pretty woman was going to fall right into my lap.

I wasn’t bragging, but ladies seemed to like me.Only Jezebel had managed to refuse every single overture I’d made.

She ducked my invitation to breakfast that morning, much to my dismay.Before I could secure her agreement for a rain check, Max had texted with an emergency, and I’d hightailed it back to the ranch.

I wasn’t one to give up a chase so easily.So, I texted her, having asked Penelope for Jezebel’s cell number.

Sorry about leaving in a rush earlier today, but I believe I owe you breakfast.How about we make a date?

At first, she’d ignored my messages.Then I realized she likely didn’t know who was sending them.So, I tried again.

This is Emmet, by the way.

Emmet Quinn.

From Motley Crewd Ranch?

Okay, so I sent three texts before I realized I was being crazy and stopped.But lucky me, she responded.

My Angel

Okay, stalker.How’d you get my number?

I snorted a laugh when I read that.

Me

I have my ways.But since we established, I might be a stalker, tell me are your doors locked, Little Girl?

My Angel

Always.

Me

So, breakfast?