Page 2 of Wolves in Lust

He grabbed a menu from behind the napkin holder and opened it.

“Excuse me,” she said louder. She tapped the man on the shoulder. “I was going to sit there.”

“I beg your pardon.” He stood.

Good. That was more like it. Misti sat down but stood again when the man brought a chair over and sat across from her.

“I don’t think so.” She crossed her arms.

He stared at her arms before lifting his gaze to her face. His shirt could not be tighter, the sleeve torn off. If they hadn’t been removed, he might not have been able to get his guns through the holes. His biceps were that large even when unflexed. “Don’t think what? That we can share a table? Why not? There’s not another free seat in the place.”

“I want to be alone right now,” she growled.

“Fine. Then we don’t have to talk.” The man opened the menu again and focused on that.

Good. Misti didn’t want to deal with anyone right now.

A waitress approached. “What can I get you two?”

“Oh, we’re not together,” Misti said.

“I’ll have whatever’s on special and your wings. The hottest sauce you got.”

Wow, what a guy. Misti rolled her eyes.

“And for you?” the waitress prompted.

“I’ll have whatever the bartender wants to whip up for me.”

“Anything else?”

Actually, she was hungry, and she did love wings. “Wings too,” she said almost bitterly.

The guy grinned at her as he put the menu back.

“What kind of sauce? We have—”

“Five alarm.”

“You got it. I’ll be back quick as I can.” She hurried away to take another table’s order.

“Like things hot, do you?” The guy leaned across the table.

“Not talking to you.”

“Why not?”

She drummed her nails on the table. If only someone, anyone left the bar. She could swoop on in and claim the stool and be away from this guy.

“I don’t see a ring.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m available.”

“Not even to talk? Come on. I bet you can tell a good story.”

Oh, she could. She could feed the guy stories all night long until he had nightmares for the rest of his life. The life of a werewolf wasn’t kind. Especially not when you had a rival pack in your backyard.

He cleared his throat. “You look like you need someone to talk to.”

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