“No worries,” the guy said. His voice was smooth.
When I looked up at him, I found a gorgeous man with insanely thick muscles and dark brown skin. He was just as big as the dude half of the couple I’d seen earlier. His curls were smooth on top of his head, his hair shaved on the sides, and his eyes were on the cucumbers. Not me. He’d barely noticed my presence.
“Are you texting your mate or something?” he asked.
“Mywhat?”
He’d said mate. That had to be short for soulmate, right?
Just like the werewolf book.
Just likeeverywerewolf book.
HOLY SHIT.
His forehead creased, and his nostrils flared.
His eyes changed, just slightly. “Never mind. Excuse me.” He grabbed a cucumber—which wasn’t a suggestive action, even though my sleep deprived brain tried to spin it that way—and strode away.
His legs were so long.
Stupidly long.
I could see the actual muscles in his thighs and ass flex as he walked deeper into the produce section.
My phone vibrated in my hand again, and I looked down.
Jade
I’ve worked with a bunch of guys in Moon Ridge before. There’s something in the water making them all bigger and stronger than most dudes, but they’re not werewolves
Me
One of them just asked if I was texting my mate
They’re totally shifters
Should I run?
I should, right?
Jade
He was messing with you
Me
He was serious!
Jade
You need to sleep
Go take a nap in your car or something
Me
I’m not joking
