The world may never know.
Oh well.
“How the fuck is he still in human form?” thenewnew guy asked.
“He’s Nico,” the friend said.
Newcomer grunted, like that was a good enough answer. Then asked, “How are we going to get him to the truck?”
“We’re not. She is.”
I wanted to look over my shoulder, to see if there was another woman they could be talking about.
Ididn’t want to be responsible for getting a red-eyed werewolf to a truck. What if he tried to pull me in after him or something? I liked sexy wolf books, but that didn’t mean I actually wanted to end up trapped with a shifter dude.
“What’s your name?” the friend asked.
When no one answered, I knew he was talking to me.
“Abigail,” I said, looking up at Nico.
The red in his eyes was definitely getting brighter.
Should I be worried about that?
“Abigail, we’re going to need you to lead Nico out of the grocery store. Pretty soon here, he’s going to lose control and wolf out. He won’t hurt you, but it would be better if it happened outside rather than in here,” Nico’s friend said.
My chest tightened a little. “I’m, uh, not really comfortable with that.”
“The alternative is watching him shift in front of a shit ton of pasta,” the newcomer said bluntly.
“Is he going to turn into an actual monster, or like, a wolf?” I checked. My heart was definitely beating faster.
“Just a big wolf.”
That was better than a monster, I supposed.
“And how likely am I to end up wounded or bleeding in this situation?” I asked.
A growl rattled Nico’s chest.
His eyes closed again, and his whole body shuddered.
I tried to step back, but his grip was even tighter on my waist.
“He won’t hurt you,” the friend said quickly. Too quickly. “Nico and his wolf are always in agreement. He probably hasn’t shifted because they don’t think it’s safe for you in here. Getting outside as soon as possible is ideal.”
“Theoretically, if I tried to run to my car right now, what exactly would happen?” I tried to sound upbeat, and like I wasn’t considering doing exactly that.
“He’d catch you,” the newcomer said, just as direct as before. “And bite you, probably.”
I was starting to prefer him over the friend.
“So much for him not hurting me.”
“Not that kind of bite, Cupcake,” the newcomer drawled.
“What other kind of biting is there?”
