Page 4 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

No risk.

Just a single guy who occasionally likes to shift into my fur and run through the park.

Sure, I’ve had dames on the go, but nothing serious. Never that.

And Goyle and her wayward hubby are exactly the reason why I prefer to be single.

And when the women I date get clingy?

When the women I date start with the whole my boyfriend this and that shit. Then it’s my cue to leave.

No, thank you.

But back to my client.

“All photographic evidence has been uploaded to your file, Mrs. Goyle. You’ll receive the password as soon as the remainder of your invoice is settled. Thank you for hiring Wolf PI.”

“Fine, yes, I’ll pay right now. I need to see those pictures. And then I’m going to ki?—”

Click.

I end the call before she finishes the thought. I’m not about to play witness to a premeditated crime of passion. I do not do courtrooms. Or orange jumpsuits.

Phone buzzes again.

This time, it’s a text from Mrs. Giancarlo, my landlady, and the closest thing I’ve got to family.

Sweet old Kitchen Witch with a spine of steel and the world’s draftiest two family home masquerading as an apartment building in all of Newark.

She's holding onto that property like it’s a winning lottery ticket, but her jerk of a nephew’s trying to swoop in and have her committed just to snatch the deed.

Not on my watch.

I promised her I’d buy the place outright, fix it up, and let her live the rest of her days exactly how she wants.

Herbal tea, cats, haunted basement and all.

I figure she’s earned it.

But dreams like that? They don’t come cheap.

I shoot her a quick text.

All’s good, Mrs. G. Working on it. No one’s sending you anywhere.

Then I start the truck and grin when I hear that blessed ding of a payment received.

Mrs. Goyle came through. One step closer to saving the house.

Just a few thousand more, and I’ll have the deed in hand.

Then maybe—just maybe—I’ll do something reckless.

Like sign up for that ridiculous Date to Mate app.

Horace did it and somehow ended up mated and blissfully obnoxious.

Who knows? Maybe the Fates have someone for a lone Wolf like me.

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