Page 130 of Wolf Roulette

Wade rang.

“What do you think?” I hoped he heard the amusement in my voice.

“There’s nothing I’d love more than to wash and brush Booker.”

I paused “Is this another stereotype trap?”

“What? A man can’t enjoy making a woman wolf look her best? Less labels, please.”

“Why does Booker get her hair done and not me?”

“I can work with what Booker has to offer. I only have so much skill, if you understand what I’m saying.”

My shoulders shook with laughter. “You’re amassive bitchhole!”

“The biggest, baby girl. See you soon?”

Apparently, I was spending my afternoon at a wolf beauty salon.

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Seriously, if Sascha and Greyson didn’t notice Booker’s gleaming fur, she’d be so upset. She’d just preened through a public bath and grooming over the afternoon. Half of the tribe watched, and Booker loved every second.

Everysecond.

My wolf had vanity issues.

Bag thumping against my lower back, I ran from where I’d parked Ella F near Lake Thana to meet Sascha.

He was waiting.

“Sorry I’m late.” I stopped to catch my breath.

Booker wanted to arrive late to give the impression this was a casual thing that she hadn’t talked about non-stop since receiving the bite of her life.

Sascha wrapped his arms around me and touched his lips to mine. I looped my arms behind his neck, pressing closer.

“Mmm. Glad I’m here now.” I relaxed into the happiness I always felt in his embrace.

Sascha stroked my hair. “I love you.”

I opened my mouth. “Shut up. It’s my turn!”

Whirling away, I covered my mouth. “Booker. Manners!”

Sascha’s laughter boomed behind me, and I turned to find him wiping his eyes.

“That’s even better than watching your face when you talk with her.”

“My face changes?”

“Enough to guess the content of the conversation.”

Huh.“I’m guessing that Booker would like me to shift now.”

“Greyson’s impatient to spend time with her too.”

A loud, harsh purr left my mouth—all Booker—and Sascha started laughing again.

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