Page 24 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

DINA

So, is this your idea of flirting?

DOUG

No. This is just my natural charming self. Flirting requires effort.

I bite my lip, heat pooling low as my fingers hover over the keys.

Two can play this game.

DINA

I see. Well, go on then. Let’s see it.

Flirt, Wolf. Impress me.

There’s a pause.

Then my phone buzzes again.

DOUG

Time to get off the app, Sunshine. Text me your number.

My stomach flips. But I do it. I send him my cell number and four seconds later I have an incoming text message.

DOUG

You’re in bed right now, aren’t you?

DINA

Who is this?

DOUG

Who is this? How many guys you got texting you tonight—never mind, I can’t think about that or I’ll go Wolf. Now, answer the question, Sunshine.

DINA

Maybe.

DOUG

Yeah, you are. I bet you still have a pink comforter, and an eyelet trimmed pillowcase.

Bet your hair’s still damp from the shower.

Bet you’re under the covers, warm and soft, looking at your screen and wondering what it’d be like if I wasn’t cursed and bruised to hell and actually there.

Holy. Hell.

Okay.

Now, that’s some prime time flirting.

I took a moment to swallow my jitters before typing again. Slower now because my thumbs are suddenly clumsy.

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