Page 37 of Wolf Fated
Hated to see what Nathan had planned for me for breakfast if I was any later than I already was.
Twenty minutes later, I was dried and dressed in a pair of cameo overalls with my hair braided.
"We're not going fishing, are we?" I asked, my voice shaky. Not that I minded the deep-sea fishing, it was the intensity of the seasickness that had bile rushing into the back of my throat.
"No, we're going hunting." Nathan handed me a shotgun.
I scrambled to hold it with two hands as it dipped to the floor. "Whoa, I'm not shooting this thing."
Nathan gave me a sideways glance that had the hairs on my neck raising. "What if someone is trying to hurt you or your family? You're going to wish you had a gun then."
"No one is after me or my family." The words squeezed out past my closing throat.
"Great. Then this will be just for fun then." His ghost of a smile almost had me mimicking one in return. "Let's go."
"All right, I'll play along." At least I couldn't get in trouble with my schizophrenic vagina with a gun and out hunting. "What are we after?"
Nathan opened the front door for me and grabbed a rifle from over the threshold. "Deer... since you don't like rabbits."
"Sorry to break it to you." I hissed out between my teeth. "I don't eat deer either. The whole movie with the momma deer getting killed kinda ruined it for me."
"You know that’s a cartoon." He closed the door behind us.
“So?”
Outside the sunrise was just cresting the horizon in the distance. The hint of autumn was in the air along with the smell of freshly watered grass. I guessed it rained last night. Was that what I'd heard? Branches scratching on the window and sounded like claws on the wood floor inside the cabin?
"We could see if we spot that wolf of yours too." There was a teasing tone to his voice again that I found I was starting to like a lot more than I should.
"Then you believe me that it was a wolf and not a dog?" I teased back, rapidly fluttering my eyelashes as I walked with him to a black pickup truck.
"Maybe we should do a wager." He put his rifle inside the back of the truck on a rack, then did the same with mine before opening the driver's door and gesturing me inside.
I climbed in and scooted over to the passenger side of the truck and buckled my seatbelt.
Once he sat down and started the engine, I motioned to his seatbelt and said, "What were you saying?"
The latch clicked and a flock of ducks on the lake took flight. Nathan turned the steering wheel and drove us down a windy, dirt road.
"What would you want to wager if you're right about the wolf?" he asked in a casual voice, but the intensity of the cab leapt fifty degrees hotter.
"Um…” I licked my lips, not sure of what to ask for. "Time shaved off my sentence?"
He flinched, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. "You're not in prison, Brook. We're just trying to show you what you're missing. What you could have."
Fiddling with my seatbelt, I glanced out the side window.What did he mean? What I could have.I had Stephen. He was all I wanted. I didn't need three men driving me mad with lust and orgasms. I snorted out a laugh. If my sister were here in my place, she'd be jumping all of these gorgeous guys.
"I have everything I need already," I said, not looking at him.
Nathan pulled the car over to the side of the road with a jerk. I gasped, grabbing onto the door. Had he swerved to avoid something in the road?
He put the truck in park and turned to me. "Do you believe that, Brook? In your heart and soul that you don't long for anything more?"
"No." I squirmed in my seat as the green fire in his eyes watched me. I remembered the heat of his fingers over mine as I touched myself. Liquid heat pooled low in my belly, and I crossed my legs, avoiding his stare.
"Can't believe you don't—" He jerked the gear out of park and into drive and we continued down the road.
My mouth dried at the thought of asking him what he was talking about, and I longed for teasing Nathan to come back. "Are we getting breakfast out?"
