Page 65 of The Wild Moon
“This is true,” I agreed.
“Besides, it’s my shelter as well.”
I froze. “What did you just say?”
“You’re paying?” he asked, looking up from where he was crouched as he slipped the poles through hoops on the tent’s side.
“No, after that,” I said tightly, trying not to feel stupid.
“That it’s my tent, too? What? Is there a problem with that?”
“We’re sharing?” I asked, swallowing tightly as I looked at the size of the tent.
Aaron looked up at me, eyes glowing with that familiar irritating twinkle. “Yes. Why would we bring an extra tent just for one person?”
I glanced at Fred. “Fred did.”
“Fred chose to haul it on top of everything else,” Aaron said. “Fred does what Fred wants to do.”
“Fred has a real name,” I pointed out.
Aaron stared at me blankly.
“Whatever. Okay, we can share.”
The smile that lit up Aaron’s face had me wanting to make a mad dash for the tent, hauling him in after me. It promised all kinds of wicked fun, the sort of fun that would distract me from the beat of the drums in the back of my head urging me to shift and head back, to take Johnathan as my mate. To forgive him for the past so that we could have a future.
Maybe I should sleep outside.
I immediately nixed that idea, however. If I were on my own, I would probably shift and do just that, letting my wolf out, running off some of her exuberance this close to the Wild Moon. That wasn’t an option with Aaron and the team around, so I had no choice.
I was going to share a tent with him.
“Something wrong?” Aaron asked.
“Look, I’m going to make this clear and say it only once,” I said, trying to sound tougher than I felt. “We’re sharing a roof over our head. Nothing more. No funny business, got it?”
Aaron looked me over and nodded once. “I’m a professional. Unless you ask for something, I’ll be good.”
I rolled my eyes. “In your dreams, buster.”
He winked at me, and I nearly swooned. That’s not fair. No man should have that kind of power with the mere movement of an eyelid. It should be outlawed, banned. Forbidden. Like he was.
My wolf disagreed. Vehemently. She howled and slammed against the mental shackles, straining to get free. She very much liked the idea of “funny business.” Aaron was another predator, atrueAlpha, unlike Johnathan, and whenever he demonstrated that, she went wild for it.
Now, if only we could just stop thinking about Johnathan all the time, not just when Aaron is sexing it up.
She also didn’t have anything resembling morals or decency, which is something I tried to pretend I possessed.
Not happening,I told her in no uncertain terms.Certainly not out here, in the middle of nowhere, with five other men who will hear everything.
My wolf sniffed, and I got the distinct impression she was implying I was a prude.
Control yourself with the Soulbond bullshit, and we’ll talk.
Silence was all that greeted me. That’s what I thought.
I needed a distraction.
