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circling the front of the car. When she arrived at the passenger door, he met her silent hostility with a cool glance. The door opened under her steady hand, then she gripped the top of the door, her other hand on her hip.
    “Not telling you twice. Get the fuck out of my car.” Despite the choice words, her tone had an almost lyrical quality to it and her scent—beyond the arousal it awoke in him—held notes of anxiety rather than anger.
    “Did anyone tell you that you catch more flies with honey rather than vinegar?” He’d heard the statement once from the ancient aunt of one of his vineyard retainers. The phrase stuck.
    “I can catch about the same, if not more, with your dead carcass.” The challenge slammed into the earth before him and he loosened the seatbelt. Sliding from the vehicle, he rose and went chest to breast with her.
    “Margo Montgomery, you are the escort for my journey and, as such, I owe you a courtesy. Do not mistake my manners for tolerance of rude and insubordinate behavior.”
    “Right back atcha, buddy.” She exhaled the words and raised her chin. His wolf glared from his eyes, studying the creature before him as she met and held his gaze. Even the scent of her perspiration and rising concern did not dissuade him. “You want to know something you can ask . One more order from you and I’ll dump you here to figure it out on your own. You just try finding his territory or entering it without an escort. I dare you.”
    She was aggravated with him because he hadn’t asked her questions? His wolf withdrew in thought, and Salvatore rubbed his chin. “Forgive me, bella , you wish for me to ask you questions? An odd request considering your refusal to answer my earlier inquiries.”
    The most inelegant snort emitted from her and she rolled her eyes, though she did not back away from him. His body hummed at her nearness. “You didn’t inquire about anything. You ordered me to give you information.”
    Had he? Salvatore frowned, he’d been curious and wanted a distraction. “Tell me what you mean.”
    Knuckles whitening, Margo glared at him. “Do you have a word for please in Italian?”
    “ Si. Perfavore ?” Why would she want him to say please?
    “I don’t speak Italian, so I need you to use your English.” She exhaled a long breath, and the tension in her shoulders seemed to ease a fraction.
    Swallowing the urge to growl, he contemplated the woman before him. How frustrating and fascinating she was in turns. Growling demonstrated a loss of control, as did stomping around the vehicle and glaring at him as she had. “I have offended you.” Conceding the point cost him nothing. “Tell me how to repair this breach.”
    Margo growled. The sound reverberated in the air between them, low and threatening. Sexiest thing he’d heard in a long time. Beneath the anger, however, he heard a second sound—a gurgling one. Gold bled around the edges of her eyes and her knuckles remained taut and bloodless. The harsh sound of her breathing—
    “Again, I have offended you, but you are also hungry. A smart wolf does not allow herself to grow so weak with fatigue and malnutrition. You should have said something.” Glancing around the area, he searched for what buildings might be in the area.
    “God save me from Alphas.” She made a low sound in her throat and stomped away from him. Her path took her toward a small brick building. His instincts said to sweep ahead of her and make sure it was safe, but his intellect checked the move. Margo radiated fury.
    Withdrawing his phone from his pocket, he sent a text to Giuseppe. His cousin spent several years in California studying their vineyards. Ignoring the time difference, he asked about the use of please in general vernacular of English.
    The response came swiftly. The word please softens a command and makes it a request. It is considered polite in English.
    Frowning, he considered her reaction to his earlier requests. She’d assumed they were