Chapter 8Julien’s townhouse
Saturday, late lunch
The alarm went off at two and Richard was ravenous. Rain pounded the windows. He rolled over to face Julien.
His wolf opened his eyes. “Mon ange, you made me yours without my bite. I will do this to you tomorrow, and I’ll ask one of the others if the knot will form in your mouth. You seem to be hungry. Put on your sweats and we’ll go down to the kitchen.”
Isabel was waiting with some Korean short ribs, rice, and green beans. Richard ate like a man possessed. After the meal, he took three helpings of peach cobbler. Isabel wore a pleased smile.
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The doorbell rang. Julien got up and leaned over the railing. Detective Murphy stood in the vestibule with a strange man in a tan raincoat and a rumpled gray suit.
Marcel left their uninv
