What were the odds that Gavin would run into the woman that he’d accused of stealing Samoyeds and reselling them for profit, who was also the one piloting the plane he had to take today? He recalled that was her occupation back in Big Lake, and how he’d thought she could be smuggling stolen pets across the border. But he still felt like he’d met her in Seattle. Which was why he’d asked if she had a sister. A twin, since wolves often had multiple births, that maybe he’d seen instead. All decked out in a leather flight jacket and black, skin-tight pants and laced-up boots, blond hair cut shoulder length and blue eyes fixed on him, the Arctic wolf was just as beautiful as the time he’d met her in Alaska. He wondered how she’d feel if she knew he hated to fly. She’d looked highly annoyed that she had to fly him anywhere and probably wanted to kick him out somewhere over the Boundary Waters—until she’d discovered he was a wolf like her. But not just any kind of wolf. A white wolf too. Even so, she was…prickly. Holding a grudge against him for entering her home and…