Page 18 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Not some grumpy Lone Wolf disaster who wears sarcasm like armor.

Still, she’s looking at me.

And my Wolf?

He perks up like hey, pay attention, she’s cute and smells like yummy things and sunshine.

I breathe deep. Yeah, she does. Pure fucking sunshine and daffodils.

This girl is practically oozing possibilities.

She’s springtime personified.

I clear my throat as she comes over, arms crossed and mischief dancing in her eyes.

“So,” she says, tilting her head, “does the phone usually win, or is tonight special?”

I blink.

Then snort.

Okay, that was good.

“Special,” I admit, smirking despite myself. “Usually I only lose fights with weaponized wasps and magicked microwaves.”

Her eyes dart to the bandage on my head, and I wince and grab it. I know my supernatural healing has it fixed by now.

She grins, leaning just a little closer.

Close enough that my Wolf definitely takes notice.

Chapter 6

Doug

“Looks good. Just a bit yellow.”

“Yeah?”

I swallow and breathe in, allowing her scent to fill my nostrils, intoxicating me.

“Yeah. You know, if you need lessons, I happen to be pretty handy with apps. I could teach you. For a price.”

“Oh, yeah?” I arch a brow. “What’s the going rate these days for tech support? Yard work? My eternal gratitude? The right to name my firstborn?”

She laughs, and I swear the whole damn room feels warmer.

“We can discuss terms, but I have to warn you,” she says. “I’m pretty easy.”

Don’t say it, Doug. Don’t say it!

“Darlin’, I sincerely doubt a single thing about you is easy,” I murmur before I can stop myself.

Her eyes go wide for half a second before she laughs even harder and swats me with a towel.

“Wow. You are as charming as advertised,” she teases, shaking her head as she walks away, hips swaying just enough to make my Wolf whine internally.

“Dude! She’s practically my sister-in-law,” Horace grumbles and tosses a wadded up napkin at me.

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