Page 23 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“Look who caved,” I murmur and don a pair of tiny PJs, perfect for the heat of the season.

I pull the towel off my head and finger-brush my shortish curls. I have a lot of hair. It’s thick and texturized, so I keep it cut right above my shoulders.

I’m usually on the go and don’t have the time or the inclination for elaborate hairstyles. And I can’t do ponytails because they give me a headache.

Anyway, back to the Big Bad Wolf finally figuring out how apps work.

I snuggle deeper into the pillows and tap it open, half-expecting the text to be something gruff or begrudging.

DOUG

So, is it too soon to lodge a formal complaint about being cursed into dating?

I grin instantly.

DINA

Depends. Are you about to say something charming or are you going to scare me off with grumpy PI energy?

DOUG

Define charming.

I’m not great with soft stuff.

My idea of sweet talk is “You don’t look like a dumpster fire. Wanna grab dinner and fuck?”

I snort out loud. Is this guy for real? He’s probably trying to scare me off. But I have to tell you, I’m intrigued.

I mean, I know he has a rep, and yeah, Carina pulled me into her office before she left with Horace and gave me the third degree.

She even brought up safe sex, using protection, followed by a warning not to fall for some sexy Shifter moves because apparently they can do things with their mouths no humans can do—which I promise is nothing I ever want to hear from my sister’s mouth. Ever.

So gross.

Still, nothing she said makes me want to not follow through on this thing with Doug. Beneath the bandages and bee stings, the man is fine as hell.

DINA

Wow. Be still my beating heart.

You sure know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Wolfman.

DOUG

What can I say? I’m a catch.

Slightly hexed. Chronically unlucky. But I grill a mean steak.

I should warn you though, I also growl, I bite (playfully), and I’m house trained.

I laugh so hard I startle the cat, who gives me a death glare and curls up tighter.

Oh, this is dangerous.

Doug’s self-deprecating humor is just the kind of thing I like.

I should not find this so hot. And yet, I do.

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