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puppies? Why?”
    Ewan smiled
and his eyes glowed. “Because you’re a very special woman, Eva. You’re the kind
of woman wolves need to mate with, and you’re so very rare. We can smell it on
you right off, and it’s absolutely wonderful.”
    She flushed
and pushed aside her plate. “So more werewolves are going to attack me? More
are going to want to mate with me?”
    A shadow
seemed to fall over Ewan’s face, and he nodded. “Yes. More will come. More
always come, but that’s what I’m for. I’m here to protect you from them,
Evangeline.”
    She didn’t
ask the next question that pricked on the tip of her tongue. Did Ewan want to
mate with her? He was a werewolf and he noticed her scent, whatever it was, but
that didn’t mean he wanted her the way the ones he’d killed had.
    “How come
this never happened back in New York?” she asked instead.
    Ewan smiled.
“Maybe there aren’t any wolves in that big city. Or maybe someone was
protecting you on the other side of the pond.”
    She rolled
her eyes. None of the men she dated wanted to protect her. They weren’t the
type. “I think I’d have noticed. No one in New York is anything like you.”
    He finished
the last piece of bacon and changed the subject. “How about the Eiffel Tower
today, lass? Or would you prefer the Louver ?”
    “Now you ask
me what I want to do? Will you actually listen to me?”
    “That
depends on if it’s safe or not,” he said and gathered the dishes.
    Eva huffed.
“This neighborhood is safe? There wasn’t anyone around last night.”
    He set the
dishes down with a clink and turned around. His chest heaved like he was
breathless. “If there were people around I couldn’t protect you like I need to.
That’s why you can’t stay in the Hyatt. But you can choose where
you’d like to go today.”
    Her cheeks
flushed. A werewolf running around an upscale hotel was bound to bring
attention to itself, she realized. “The Eiffel Tower then.”
    Ewan nodded.
    After they
dressed, he took her to Paris’s most famous landmark. It wasn’t as tall as she
expected, but Eva didn’t say so. He might call her ungrateful for it. They rode
the elevator to the top, and she took a sharp breath. The cold air stung her
lungs, and Ewan’s powerful arms embraced her from behind.
    She
stiffened in his hold.
    “It’s
beautiful, isn’t it,” he whispered and his breath brushed her ear. Shivers of
lust ran through her body at his touch.
    Paris spread
out before them. The fall air made everything seem sharp and clear. Even with
the gray sky above, the city looked perfect.
    She sighed.
“Yes. It is.”
    They stood
like that for a long time, and Ewan’s fingers dug into her skin, even though
she sucked in her stomach as best she could. Why did he insist upon holding her
like that? His hot breath blew her hair, and she relaxed into his warm grip.
    After what
seemed like hours, he let go and snapped a picture of her.
    “Beautiful,”
he muttered and licked his lips.
    Eva shook
her head. “You don’t have to humor me just because. . . .”
    He raised an
eyebrow. “Because what?”
    “Because
you're my tour guide. And a werewolf,” she whispered the last part.
    He smiled.
“I’m not humoring you, lass. Not at all. And it has very little to do with my
animal side.”
    Very
little didn’t mean nothing ,
she thought and walked toward the elevator. When they got back to the ground,
he took her to a little café for an early dinner. She drank more wine and ate
more delicious food that would just end up on her hips, but arguing with Ewan
didn’t seem to help. Plus, France didn’t have any low-fat menus.
    How were all
the Parisian women so slim? Eva wondered as her phone rang. She glanced at her
cell. The tour agency were finally getting back to her. They certainly took
their damn time! She answered.
    “Ms. Barns?”
a woman said.
    Ewan raised
an eyebrow.
    “Yes,” Eva
said. “I called you over a day ago.”
    “We’re