Page 52 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“Don’t you worry, Mrs. Giancarlo. It’ll all be okay. I’m this close to having the closing costs any day now,” he told her, holding two of his fingers mere centimeters apart.

The older woman hugged him tight and kissed his cheek, and I swear Doug blushed ten different shades of pink. He was so damn cute, embarrassed and humbled by the praise she offered.

I just smiled and watched, feeling proud of him myself. As if I had any right to. But honestly, can you blame me?

I know Doug might disagree and he’d likely hate hearing it, but he’s a really good guy.

His heart is about a mile wide.

And honestly? It makes me fall for him harder every single day.

Shit. I am, aren’t I?

I pause with my knife in the air, staring off toward the empty dining room as warmth fills my chest.

And I know my feelings are already there.

Falling.

Fallen.

Head over heels for the grumpy Wolf with the smart mouth and the softest damn heart I’ve ever met.

I smile to myself, cheeks heating at the memory of our last night together.

The way he kissed me.

Like he couldn’t get enough of me.

The way he touched me.

Like I was something precious and not just convenient.

Swoon.

I’m so totally gone for him. I should probably tell him.

If I could pin him down long enough.

I’m halfway lost in a daydream about Doug cooking for me again or just feeding me some of his chocolate cake—naked this time. Yes, please.

Then, suddenly, the soft jingle of the front door cuts through my thoughts.

Chapter 17

Dina

I blink, frowning.

The place is closed.

Lights half off.

Chairs turned upside down on the tables.

Sign flipped over.

Only the cleaning crew is supposed to be coming, and they’re late.

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