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Andre's muscles bunched under Em's fingertips, and she was sure he was going to ignore her command and chase off after the paparazzo anyway. She held on a little tighter, just to keep him from getting any ideas.
"I could still catch him," he said. "I'm definitely faster than his ass." His eyes had taken on that golden werewolf sheen, and there was a sharpness to his features that she hadn't seen before. If the vulture had stuck around for just a bit longer, he would've gotten a hell of a shot. Or he might have been eaten by a hungry werewolf.
That wasn't an on-the-job risk he could anticipate.
Em almost smiled, but the violation of her privacy was too new. "It doesn't matter. Those assholes back up their data immediately. The picture is already in the cloud. It's no big deal. I prom
