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Monster?
“Is there anyone you’d believe?”
Lily felt her frown deepen and didn’t care her
forehead probably looked as wrinkly as a Sharpei’s. “So I snore.”
“That’s better,” he said, his expression too intent
for this conversation to be over.
She wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say,
especially if he was going to say he was leaving. “It’s not very gentlemanly of
you to mention it.”
“I thought you’d like to know. And I never said I was
a gentleman.”
A yawn caught her unawares and her jaw stretched wide.
She wished he’d stop staring. She knew her hair was likely squashed on all
sides so that she looked like her head was really, really long and that her
face looked like a roadmap from all the pink sleep creases. While he looked so
damn unrumpled she knew he’d never slept.
But he had showered. She sniffed. He smelled powder
fresh while she was as ripe as the inside of a gym bag. “I must have fallen
asleep. Do you have this effect on all your women?”
“Would you trust me, Lily?”
She wanted to—she really did. Instead of a direct
answer, she demurred. “Did you wake me for a reason?”
She’d disappointed him. It was as if a veil swept over
his face, wiping the intensity from his expression, leaving a pinched, wary
look in gaze. “What can you tell me about werewolves?”
“That they have hairier chests than yours?”
He didn’t appear to appreciate her attempt at wit. “Besides
that.”
“You’re serious, right?” At his curt nod, she sat up
and reached for her robe. She didn’t know how he could concentrate with her
naked beside him—she couldn’t concentrate while one part of her brain wanted
him to caress her breast or glide his lips over hers.
When she’d arranged the fabric to cover her, she sat
cross-legged on the mattress. “Well, there’s pretty much an international
tradition of folk tales describing shape-shifters. Of humans who could
transform into animals—often into animals people considered their foes like
wolves, bears, and lions. Of course, there’s the Hollywood version of
werewolves—they can only be killed with silver bullets, they change to wolves
during the full moon—”
“Is it?”
“Is it what?”
“A full moon?”
“I can check my calendar. Why?” Lily realized
something was wrong. His change of clothing, the difference in his mood since
she’d fallen asleep… “You’ve been out. What happened?”
Joe’s face darkened and his gaze swung back to nail
her, accusation in his dark eyes. “Why would a werewolf be nosing around you,
Lily? What aren’t you telling me?”
Lily shook her head. Werewolves? It was as unlikely as
having a vampire in her bedroom. “Are you sure?”
Joe shoved up the sleeve of his fresh T-shirt to
expose his shoulder. Long, angry red gashes, already scabbing over, marred his
skin.
She gasped and her gaze returned to his face. “A…wolf
did this? You couldn’t have mistaken a German shepherd or some other large dog
for a wolf?”
“It smelled like a human,” he said, his voice flat and
hard. His gaze was so intent she feared he could read every thought that
flashed through her jumbled brain.
Then her mind slowed to embrace a single clarifying
thought. He wanted her trust. No, he needed it. Whatever had happened to him
before, he’d lost trust somewhere.
Without a single shred of proof, she relaxed and
accepted that she wanted to love him. She’d give him her trust, even if that
was the only thing he ever wanted from her. Without wavering, she looked into
his eyes. “All right, you met a werewolf tonight. Have you ever seen one
before?”
He drew in a deep breath. “I didn’t know they existed.”
“You’re sure he targeted me?”
“Yes. And I think it has something to do with your
scent.”
She grimaced. “I’ll take a bath.”
“No, your woman’s musk is very distinctive. I noted it
right away.”
Not sure that was a flattering remark or not, she
said, “What
“Is there anyone you’d believe?”
Lily felt her frown deepen and didn’t care her
forehead probably looked as wrinkly as a Sharpei’s. “So I snore.”
“That’s better,” he said, his expression too intent
for this conversation to be over.
She wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say,
especially if he was going to say he was leaving. “It’s not very gentlemanly of
you to mention it.”
“I thought you’d like to know. And I never said I was
a gentleman.”
A yawn caught her unawares and her jaw stretched wide.
She wished he’d stop staring. She knew her hair was likely squashed on all
sides so that she looked like her head was really, really long and that her
face looked like a roadmap from all the pink sleep creases. While he looked so
damn unrumpled she knew he’d never slept.
But he had showered. She sniffed. He smelled powder
fresh while she was as ripe as the inside of a gym bag. “I must have fallen
asleep. Do you have this effect on all your women?”
“Would you trust me, Lily?”
She wanted to—she really did. Instead of a direct
answer, she demurred. “Did you wake me for a reason?”
She’d disappointed him. It was as if a veil swept over
his face, wiping the intensity from his expression, leaving a pinched, wary
look in gaze. “What can you tell me about werewolves?”
“That they have hairier chests than yours?”
He didn’t appear to appreciate her attempt at wit. “Besides
that.”
“You’re serious, right?” At his curt nod, she sat up
and reached for her robe. She didn’t know how he could concentrate with her
naked beside him—she couldn’t concentrate while one part of her brain wanted
him to caress her breast or glide his lips over hers.
When she’d arranged the fabric to cover her, she sat
cross-legged on the mattress. “Well, there’s pretty much an international
tradition of folk tales describing shape-shifters. Of humans who could
transform into animals—often into animals people considered their foes like
wolves, bears, and lions. Of course, there’s the Hollywood version of
werewolves—they can only be killed with silver bullets, they change to wolves
during the full moon—”
“Is it?”
“Is it what?”
“A full moon?”
“I can check my calendar. Why?” Lily realized
something was wrong. His change of clothing, the difference in his mood since
she’d fallen asleep… “You’ve been out. What happened?”
Joe’s face darkened and his gaze swung back to nail
her, accusation in his dark eyes. “Why would a werewolf be nosing around you,
Lily? What aren’t you telling me?”
Lily shook her head. Werewolves? It was as unlikely as
having a vampire in her bedroom. “Are you sure?”
Joe shoved up the sleeve of his fresh T-shirt to
expose his shoulder. Long, angry red gashes, already scabbing over, marred his
skin.
She gasped and her gaze returned to his face. “A…wolf
did this? You couldn’t have mistaken a German shepherd or some other large dog
for a wolf?”
“It smelled like a human,” he said, his voice flat and
hard. His gaze was so intent she feared he could read every thought that
flashed through her jumbled brain.
Then her mind slowed to embrace a single clarifying
thought. He wanted her trust. No, he needed it. Whatever had happened to him
before, he’d lost trust somewhere.
Without a single shred of proof, she relaxed and
accepted that she wanted to love him. She’d give him her trust, even if that
was the only thing he ever wanted from her. Without wavering, she looked into
his eyes. “All right, you met a werewolf tonight. Have you ever seen one
before?”
He drew in a deep breath. “I didn’t know they existed.”
“You’re sure he targeted me?”
“Yes. And I think it has something to do with your
scent.”
She grimaced. “I’ll take a bath.”
“No, your woman’s musk is very distinctive. I noted it
right away.”
Not sure that was a flattering remark or not, she
said, “What
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