Chapter 41

Bri

My eyes strayed too long on Beau’s rear in those well-worn holey as hell, or were they hot as hell jeans? As he made his way out the back. I had never had much time or energy to appreciate the opposite sex, so maybe it was just my hormones making up for lost time. I shook my head at myself, down girl. It seemed werewolves had a too-hot-to-handle gene that I was susceptible to.

It was while I was deep in introspection staring at and poking at the corn fritters till they were golden and sprinkling a little extra goodness over the top that the scent of clean water and soap hit my nose as a different presence came up behind me. Why was it so easy for them to sneak up on me? It was like my magic didn’t even measure them as a slight threat.

“Smells divine,” Wyatt’s voice gritted out, his breath whispering over my ear as he stood over me from behind. My head tilted to the side of its own accord leaving my neck open to him. He inhaled deeply, his nose ghosting along the length of it, his