Page 21 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

He whirled to glare. “No, you won’t. We’re sticking together.”

“Why?”

He gave her a lopsided smile. “Because I do believe you’re the chick I’ve been waiting for my whole life.”

Well damn. Instant panty-wetter.

“You barely know me,” she reminded.

“Grams always says your first impression of a person is usually right.”

“Our first meeting you thought I was scamming you.”

“Nah, my first thought was hubba-hubba.”

She snorted. “And now?”

“Hubba-hubba, holy shit this chick is awesome.”

She shook her head. “Definitely dropped on your noggin as a kid.”

“Only a few times. Daddy says I was slipperier than a fat bass that doesn’t want to be eaten.”

She almost laughed and had to bite her lip.

Sudden silence had them both turning to eye the thugs who stared at them.

“Please don’t kill me. I wanna do better,” whispered Ralph.

“It’s not me you’ve got to convince,” Derek drawled. “So, sugarplum, what’s the verdict? Kill them or set them free?”

“We can always kill them later,” she suggested. “We’re kind of tapped for time right now.”

“I don’t know. The chunky one looks like he’s got loose lips.”

“No, I don’t.” Horace pinched them tight.

“We’ve gotta go if we’re gonna catch our flight,” Derek stated. “I say we grab their wallets, take a pic of their ID’s so we have their address. Then, if they blab, we’ll know where to find them.” Derek rummaged in their pockets and took images of their health cards and licenses.

Only then did he grab a knife, which had Ralph hyperventilating, even though Derek simply sliced through tape.

He stepped back and barked, “Git, and don’t look back because if I ever see your faces again, I won’t be so nice.”

The thugs fled, and Athena sighed. “I’m really sorry about this.”

“Why? This is the most interesting thing that’s happened to me since Grandma sent me some homemade brownies.”

“Must be good brownies.”

“Not really, but the shrooms she adds to them give quite the trip.”

Her mouth rounded before she laughed.

And laughed.

Then kissed him because, damn, she might be falling in love.

Alas, the kiss went nowhere, as Derek set her apart and sternly stated, “No distracting me. We’ve got to get moving.”

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