Page 43 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Like he’s memorizing the way I chew.

I pause, raising a brow.

“Uh, do I have something in my teeth or what?”

Doug blinks like I snapped him out of a trance.

“What? No. No, you’re good.”

Then he grins, boyish and a little flustered.

“You’ve just got the best mouth, Dina.”

I choke a little, laughing.

“Do I?”

“Yeah,” he says, already sounding like he regrets how fast that came out. He clears his throat. “Um, are you ready for the main course?”

I nod, still laughing softly as he flashes me a crooked smile.

It’s the kind of grin that pretty much ruins me for every other man on Earth.

He rises from his chair effortlessly, moving with this casual, predatory grace that has no business being that sexy.

And okay, yes, I absolutely look at his ass while he walks away.

I’m human. Sue me.

“Here ya go, Sunshine,” he says, returning and placing a fully loaded plate in front of me like he’s delivering treasure.

Perfectly seared steak.

Herb roasted potatoes.

A side of steamed green beans that somehow don’t look sad or obligatory.

I stare at the plate, jaw dropping.

“This is—wow! Oh my God, Doug! You’re secretly a chef or something?”

He snorts, shaking his head like I’m crazy.

“Who, me? Nah. My landlady's a Kitchen Witch. She taught me a few things so I wouldn’t starve or poison myself.”

“Well, can she teach me? Because I’m like seriously impressed,” I say, completely serious as I dig in.

Every bite is perfect. The kind of perfect that makes you hum without meaning to.

I glance up and Doug is watching again, but this time with a smug little smile, clearly pleased.

His eyes flash gold and my insides tremble.

He is so damn sexy, I drop my fork. Doug shakes his head and tsks.

“Eat your dinner like a good girl, Baby. Or you don’t get any dessert.”

I almost choke on the potato in my mouth.

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