Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
She’d really like to call Ashley back and talk some more about this wolf stuff, but her phone was back at her apartment. So was her laptop.
If Cody was serious about her not leaving his place, she would need them, or else her business would take a huge dive, which she couldn’t afford.
Her gaze wandered to his phone again. She wondered how long a shower he took. She could call an Uber car to drive her by her place. If it looked like the guys were still there, she’d just have the driver take her right back. But if it looked empty, she could run in and at least put together an overnight bag with the basic necessities. As much as she loved wearing Cody’s shirt, she needed real clothes. And her toothbrush, and makeup, and—yes—her phone and laptop, dammit!
She downloaded the Uber app onto Cody’s phone and logged into her account, which had her billing details already loaded. She quickly entered his address, which she got by poking her head out the door and checking the street sign and numbers on the house. It was a decent neighborhood, she realized. His property might be valued at twice what she originally estimated. Which was weird. Who bought a house in the Old North End and turned it into a workshop?
Yes! The Uber confirmed for just five minutes. This just might work. She could get away before Cody came out of the bathroom. Of course, there’d be hell to pay when she returned, but she was half excited about that, as crazy as it seemed.
Punishment from a sexy, dangerous wolf? Definitely something she’d like to experience at least once in her life. She’d always been the reckless twin, as Ashley liked to point out.
Hearing the car roll up outside, she slipped out. Her outfit was ridiculous, but she didn’t care what the driver thought of her—this was an emergency.
She hopped in the car and the guy took off for her place, which was about fifteen minutes away.
It was a no-go, though. Lights lit up the place, and she could see the flicker of the television, and the dark silhouetted heads of two men sitting on the couch.
Damn.
“I’m not going to stop here,” she said quickly to the driver as he started to park. “Take me back to the address where you picked me up.”
He scowled in the rearview mirror. “That wasn’t what you scheduled.”
“I know. I’ll add the additional ride in right now,” she said, thumbing on her phone, her fingers flashing over the screen as she made good on her promise.
The driver grumbled, but took her back.
Her stomach dropped before the car even pulled up. A giant—seriously enormous—silver wolf sniffed the grass around the front steps. It jerked its head up and ice blue eyes stared right at her.
“Oh, my God, is that a wolf?” the driver asked. “Shut the door!”
“No, it’s my dog. It’s okay. Just a big husky. Not sure how he got out. Thanks, I’ll add the tip to my card. Appreciate it!” She swung the door shut before he could mention the wolf again.
Then she swallowed and forced her feet to move in the direction of the front door—and the enormous wolf.
A low growl came from the wolf’s throat and she froze in her tracks. Was it Cody? What if it was some other, enemy wolf?
The wolf narrowed its eyes and sat down, as if waiting for her. Okay, angry wolf. Definitely Cody.
“Hi, Wolf. Silver. Big boy.” Her voice only wavered a little. She turned the knob on the front door. The moment it swung wide, he pushed through, ahead of her.
Not really the gentleman, was he? It was probably a dominance thing. The alpha goes in first or some such rule. She thought she remembered that from that Cesar Milan dog training show. Not that she was comparing shifters to dogs.
She followed him in and shut the door behind him. He transformed before her eyes, shifting upright into human form, his magnificent male body stark naked, his cock jutting out at a perfect ninety-degree angle.
Her breath stalled in her throat. Whoa.
Damn.
As she’d suspected, his entire body was solid muscle. At least a dozen tattoos covered his body. Her mouth dropped open.
But she had an angry wolf on her hands. Irritation came off Cody in waves. His eyes hadn’t changed back to gray yet, the cold blue gaze icy. He definitely wasn’t angling for sex at the moment.
“Where in the hell did you go?”
She winced. “I took an Uber car to my place to see if they’d gone. I really wanted my phone and laptop. The guys were still there, so I didn’t stop.” The words came tumbling out quickly, as she hoped to answer all his questions at once.
He glowered and stalked away to the bedroom, presumably to put some clothes on. A moment later, he returned in a pair of jeans, his torso still beautifully bare, apart from the ink. She admired the tattoos on his bulging biceps—they were beautiful designs and patterns, like crop circles or ancient symbols. She wondered what they meant.