Page 21 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Then?

She laughs.

Not a little giggle.

No, no.

Full-on, head-tipping, curl-bouncing laughter that hits me square in the ego and somehow makes me grin, anyway.

“Well,” she says after catching her breath, eyes twinkling with far too much delight, “looks like you’re stuck with me, Wolfman.”

I groan and scrub my face again. “It’s a glitch. Gotta be.”

“Wow. Rude,” she says, mock-pouting before smirking again. “Here I was, thinking you were into me after you practically undressed me with your eyes earlier.”

“I did not,” I protest, feeling my ears heat up.

Okay. Maybe I did. A little.

Wolves are visual creatures, alright?

“Mm hmm,” she hums, clearly not buying it.

She leans closer, eyes dancing with mischief.

This woman is different. I mean, my experience with dating humans is pretty much nil, but she isn’t playing coy.

Like not at all.

I mean, I know she knows about me. About us. Supernaturals.

Because of her sister and Horace. But still. I have to admit I’m surprised she isn’t running away, screaming bloody murder.

Not that I would.

Murder her or anything.

No, but we could eat her, My Wolf unhelpfully supplies.

“Admit it. You’re secretly thrilled. Fate picked me. I’m adorable. I make killer pizza. And,” she winks, “I promise I won’t hex you.”

“That is a point in your favor,” I deadpan, fighting the very inconvenient urge to smile.

She steps back, balancing the pizza on her hip, head tilted playfully.

“Well, don’t stress too much, Mr. Fluffles. We don’t have to rush. You know, I mean, unless you can’t help yourself. But that’s okay. I believe in second chances.”

“Nice. Real nice,” I mutter, but even I can hear the reluctant amusement in my voice.

She starts to walk away, but glances over her shoulder with a saucy grin that does dangerous things to my insides.

“Better brush up on your flirting skills, and maybe search for some fun date stuff,” she calls.

“Fun date stuff?”

“Yeah. Because if we’re 99% compatible, I expect witty banter with my hot fudge sundae.”

“Is that so?”

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