Page 13 of Her Werewolf Lover

Youmanaged to introduce me to my mate, but you left something out.

Like the fact I’m a Wolf.

He planned out his next phone conversation with his beloved Aunt Eileen in his head while taking stock of the foyer and living room.

Okay, so Aunt Eileen hadn’t lied. He was a handyman once upon a time. But he worked hard and built his business up from nothing.

He had a good life. A good relationship with his daughter. Maya was his pride and joy.

But something had been missing from Michael’s life. Now he knew what it was.

His fated mate.

The woman who’d just been delivered into his eager hands. He had to work to get images of her sumptuous form out of his mind.

His brain was on a seemingly permanent vacation. Like some teenaged boy with his first porno mag.

Michael ran a rough hand over his face. He might as well do what he was there for.

He took measurements and notes while looking around the large house until hissoon-to-be-materejoined him.

Fuck.

He was already thinking about her in terms of mating. That was bad. Dangerous. It was too soon.

Maybe he should walk right out of there and go home. He could reorganize his schedule so he could take a little time off for himself and Maya.

His daughter was already twelve years old, growing by leaps and bounds. He couldn’t help but feel he was losing her.

As the mysteries of womanhood drew nearer, his baby girl was becoming more withdrawn. Michael sighed again.

It was his job to fix whatever it was that he’d managed to break between himself and his only child. Was it fair to introduce a mate into his life at this crucial time?

He wished it was as easy as fixing this place would be, he thought as he walked around.

Red velvet and gold accents on every damn thing in sight. What the fuck?

Thoughts floated back to Samantha as he took in the computer set up on one incredibly ugly writing desk.

It was all spindle legs and supercilious finery. Impractical, to say the least. Definitely not suited for actual work.

Still, he smiled when he pictured the redheaded beauty perched on the velvet covered stool and typing.

Some emailing? Social media perhaps? He had no fucking idea what women spent their time on.

Technology was not exactly Michael’s friend. Now Maya was another story. His daughter just loved computers and cell phones with all those apps.

She was wonderful with them, and he indulged her with new tablets, laptops, phones and any software as it came out.

But she needed more from him, more than he had time to give right now what with working anywhere from sixty to eighty hours a week.

She’d probably love getting her hands on Samantha’s powerful laptop. Michael grinned, already thinking about Christmas gifts for his clever, dark-haired daughter.

He should leave, but she hadn’t come back down yet.

Almost twenty-minutes had passed, and he was getting antsy.

Should he just leave a note and head out?

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