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“Not interested?”
“In what?” Malia asked, scowling as she tried to decipher what Brett was offering her.
“It’s a joint.” The tone of his voice caused her to turn her expression on him, pointedly ignoring his crooked grin. “Marijuana. Pot. It gets you high.”
“We’re werewolves. That doesn’t work on us.”
He shrugged. “Alcohol doesn’t work on us. This is different. Liver versus lungs, I guess. Here.” He motioned with the joint again. Malia hesitated then took it, bringing it to her lips. She coughed as she pulled it away.
Brett laughed. “Wait a minute and you won’t be frowning.”