It felt a little strange to pull her Mercedes SUV out of the garage and realize that Loc was staying behind at the house, but Cat told herself it was good for him…good for both of them, really. They couldn’t spend the rest of their lives continuously joined at the hip. She hoped that as he stayed here and became a part of her life, he would make friends both within her clan and without, would find a way to stitch himself into the fabric of existence here in northern New Mexico. They would have to decide how much of his background could be known among the clan, but of course to her civilian friends he would have to remain Loc de la Cruz, the artist from Spain who had found a way into her heart.
She’d awoken in the middle of the night to hear his deep, even breathing next to her — and what
