The wolf didn’t respond to my comment.
His tail wagged one more time, though.
He liked it when I talked.
Or he liked that his friends were right.
Or he liked that he’d been able to find me.
I was too tired to figure out which of the options it was.
Whatever the case, getting rid of him was going to take more energy than I had at the moment. Maybe more energy than I’d ever had. I might need to call Jade for backup.
Or maybe someone else, because Jade wasn’t exactly on my side with the werewolf thing.
I’d figure it out later.
“Fine. Come on.” I trudged toward the stairs, not bothering to lock my car. It wasn’t like I had anything worth stealing in there. Just a couple of classic books in the back seat, and a change of clothes. None of which were expensive or rare.
I didn’t think those words described anything I owned, to be honest.
The wolf followed me up two flights of stairs and waited calmly at my side while I dug around in my messy bag for my keys. When I found them, it took me a solid minute to get the door open.
My eyelids were getting very heavy.
I definitely should’ve picked sleep over that sexy werewolf book.
Finally, I made it inside. The apartment was two bedrooms—one for my room, and one for my library-slash-office. It wasn’t fancy, but everything was clean and smelled nice. The cabinets were up to date, and the flooring was too. The paint wasn’t even old. My furniture was mostly second-hand, but it looked good and was comfortable.
I was proud of my home. It was mine, and I’d worked my ass off to make it that way.
The wolf followed me inside, looking around as I locked the door behind us.
I couldn’t help but relax as I hung my purse from its usual hook and stepped out of my pants. The latter went over the back of the couch, in case I needed them later.
Inhaling the smell that was uniquely mine, I sighed.
It was good to be home.
“The university offered me a contract to teach online starting next semester,” I murmured, padding across the apartment and into my bedroom.
The wolf followed at my heels.
It was easier to think of him as an animal than as a gigantic, gorgeous dude. Maybe I should give him a different name. The wolf could be Nico. The sexy giant could be Cucumber.
I had to bite back a snort at the thought.
Something told me the giant wouldn’t agree.
Then again, I didn’t really know anything about him. Other than the bit where he liked certain long, phallic-shaped vegetables.
“My friends don’t want me to take it, but I think I’d like it more. And after the drama last semester, I think they want to minimize any problems that could come from having a young female professor in the English department.” I tucked my feet beneath the blanket, yawning widely before I lowered my head to the pillow and looked at the wolf. “There was another professor in my department. She taught creative writing. Totally hooked up with one of the students. It was a whole thing.”
He was already staring at me.
“I don’t know why I told you that,” I whispered. “I still have two weeks to decide whether or not I’m going to take the online position next semester.”
He didn’t reply.
