Page 115 of Wolf's Mark

She laughed. “You’ve spent time together and enjoyed it and that included more than one date. Right?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t make a relationship.”

“On what level? Come on, fess up.”

“I’m just taking a break. That’s all. He’s a little overwhelming and I need to keep working. It’s just me. You know how I am. Anyway, I might see him again, but I need to work through some things.”

The way Mattie was looking at me told me I was blabbering like some idiot. “You’re a terrible liar, but if you aren’t, I need to ask you a question.”

I was exasperated, more exhausted than I’d been in my entire life. And I was over these questions. “Sure.”

“Did he get the memo?”

“What are you talking about?”

She pointed her index finger, her ruby red painted nail forcing me to look in that direction. Not before seeing an evil grin on her face.

Walking into the park was Jax carrying the largest stuffed dog I’d ever seen in my life. From where I was standing, it reminded me of a wolf and I almost had yet another panic attack. He was a huge man, but with the dog in his arms, he was almost invisible.

Well, maybe to me, but not to my best friends. Suddenly, all three were there, chugging wine in between sighs and what had to be sexual moans.

I glanced from one to the other, finally coming up with my own nasty look. “Do you see something you like, girls?”

“I’d like to be that dog,” Camille whispered in a voice I’d never heard before. Sultry. That wasn’t her style.

“Me too,” Shelly mused.

“But we need to see all of him. I do mean all.” Mattie was on her game today, the girls giggling worse than the ones in high school.

“Very funny, girls,” I told them just as he placed the dog on the table of presents, which exposed the women to his incredible physique.

I’d been so used to his dark clothes and ivory linen pants that left nothing to the imagination about the heat and thickness between his legs that his look today forced me to look again. The emerald green shirt was a direct contrast to his gray eyes, but it worked and worked well. Even if the sun was in my eyes.

With the light breeze tickling his thick curls, he was heaven on a silver platter.

All three girls lifted their sunglasses at the same time to get a better look. I was almost ready to punch every one of them.

“Stop it,” I hissed.

He was taking long strides and only had eyes for me. He’d found me immediately from a hundred yards away.

“Whew. Would you feel that electricity in the air?” Camille said, pushing my arm with her elbow.

“Look at the goosebumps on her arms,” Shelly said, pointing toward me.

“The woman is in love, ladies. You can feel the extreme heat between them from here.” Mattie backed away before I could punch her.

I couldn’t save myself from them. Lowering my head and groaning was all I could do.

“He’s making a beeline for you,” Camille whispered.

I took a deep breath, his presence more commanding than ever.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he said after making his final approach. As always, his deep and velvety rich voice had my heart pitter-pattering.

On any other day I would be swooning and pining away for his touch, but this wasn’t just another day.

This felt like D-day.

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