Page 67 of The Wolf King's Mate

That hurt.

Enzo lifted the console and patted his thigh.

He didn’t have to say a word.

I reluctantly turned, lifting my legs up onto his lap. He moved my feet a little, gently enough that it didn’t hurt. I unzipped my jacket and pulled it off, rolling it up so I could tuck it behind my back to ease the discomfort of resting against the door.

It wasn’t particularly safe as far as positions went, but werewolves were harder to kill than humans, and the roads were pretty much empty.

“Do you ever read?” I asked him.

“Sometimes.”

“What kind of books?”

“Action, mostly. Some fantasy.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Spies. I’d kill to be a spy,” he admitted.

“You could never blend into a crowd of humans.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t dream.”

“So in another life, you’d be an average-sized human with a penchant for stealing government secrets?”

“Yup. Based on your books, you’d be a pint-sized human abducted by some kind of mafia kingpin.”

“Hey, sometimes they’re fae kings,” I tossed back.

The look he shot me was skeptical.

“Look.” I showed him the cover of the one I was reading. “Dark & Beastly Fae. Hard not to say that’s a fae book. I read fantasy romance too, not just mafia. Though if you combined mafia and fantasy romance… You could make a lot of money.”

“Or no money.”

“Yeah. Might be a risk.”

“So what’s it about?”

“The book? Oh, this fae king is being hunted by a monster and has to steal a human girl with magic to hide himself. They’re in the process of falling in love. It’s fun.”

“Have they screwed yet?”

I sputtered out a laugh. “I never said it was steamy.”

“Your scent said that for you, Princess.”

So hecouldsmell it when I was turned on.

Great.

“They’ve gotten close,” I said, my face hot.

“How close?”

“We arenottalking about this.”

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