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Authors: Kat Attalla
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A cousin who resented the hell out of her . A mother who started to visit her daughter more frequently since her father passed, leaving her a fortune .
A hit man didn’t waste time with psychological terror. If he wanted her dead, he’d had two clear chances to do it. Why go to all the trouble of frightening her first?
The troubled look on her beautiful face proved that the events of the day had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. She had strength, though. Most women would be on tranquilizers after all she'd been through. It had been a rough few days coming on top of a lousy year for her.
According to reports, her father had died in a tragic car accident involving a hit and run driver. His cynical nature made him question the circumstances. Was it an accident? Who benefitted most if Kelsey and her father died in the same year?
He wanted to ask but couldn't bring himself to voice the words. On top of everything else she'd been through, he didn't want to start making accusations that were founded in hunches rather than fact.
"Fried or mashed?" Kelsey broke into his thoughts.
Wolf shook his head. "What are you talking about?"
She held up the potatoes in front of his confused face. "How do you want them cooked?"
"Oh. Whichever is faster."
Kelsey shook her head. "Are you a little hungry?"
He shrugged his shoulders in apology. "I was dragged out of bed when you took off this morning so I haven't eaten today."
"Or showered," she noted wryly.
"I can't help that. I have to wait until my relief comes tomorrow so that I can go get some clothes."
Kelsey dropped the potatoes on the counter. "Wait here." She disappeared down the hall, returning just seconds later.
" Here, " she said, handing a black Nike sweat suit towards him. "I bought it for my step-father last Christmas but my mother left him before the holidays. It should fit."
"It still has the tags on it."
Kelsey stiffened indignantly. "Of course it does. I don't have a stream of men staying here that I lend it to."
"I'll pay you for it," Wolf insisted and lifted the tags to see how much he owed. H e nearly choked at the cost of the garment.
“I don’t want the money. It's been in the closet collecting dust for ten months. Or is that considered a bribe?"
"That's not the point," he grumbled.
Kelsey sighed. "Oh, what is the point, Krieger? It's not like I went out and bought it for you. If I donate it to the Salvation Army they'll sell it for ten dollars. If it makes you feel better, donate ten dollars to the charity and we'll call it even."
"You coul d give it to your cousin ."
“If it were Armani, maybe. Nike? Never!”
“Still…”
She yelped in frustration. “You redefined the meaning of male pride. Please. Look upon it as a gift for all the trouble you went to on my behalf today."
Wolf held the garment against his body. "I never could say no to a lady who begs."
"Bask in it while you can. It's the last time I'll beg to you," Kelsey promised.
"For a while, anyway," he shot back and made a hasty retreat to the bathroom for his shower.
* * *
Five minutes later, Wolf emerged from the bathroom. He slid his hands into his pockets and headed towards the kitchen. "Do you need some help with the steaks?"
"No. they're finished."
He looked at the sliced filet on the counter and grunted from the bright pink color. "You're kidding, right? You do plan to put that back under the broiler for a while."
Kelsey shook her head. "Why would I want to do that?"
"It's still raw?"
"It's rare.” She gazed up at him and flashed a dazzling smile. “Besides, I thought wolves liked their meat raw."
Wolf chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, Kelsey. I can be tempted by flesh but only when I'm looking for a late night snack."
Kelsey's cheeks flushed with heat. She might have been able to laugh it off with a clever retort if he didn't look so devastating. His damp hair fell in soft waves around his face. He’d obviously dressed while still wet and the silky
A hit man didn’t waste time with psychological terror. If he wanted her dead, he’d had two clear chances to do it. Why go to all the trouble of frightening her first?
The troubled look on her beautiful face proved that the events of the day had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. She had strength, though. Most women would be on tranquilizers after all she'd been through. It had been a rough few days coming on top of a lousy year for her.
According to reports, her father had died in a tragic car accident involving a hit and run driver. His cynical nature made him question the circumstances. Was it an accident? Who benefitted most if Kelsey and her father died in the same year?
He wanted to ask but couldn't bring himself to voice the words. On top of everything else she'd been through, he didn't want to start making accusations that were founded in hunches rather than fact.
"Fried or mashed?" Kelsey broke into his thoughts.
Wolf shook his head. "What are you talking about?"
She held up the potatoes in front of his confused face. "How do you want them cooked?"
"Oh. Whichever is faster."
Kelsey shook her head. "Are you a little hungry?"
He shrugged his shoulders in apology. "I was dragged out of bed when you took off this morning so I haven't eaten today."
"Or showered," she noted wryly.
"I can't help that. I have to wait until my relief comes tomorrow so that I can go get some clothes."
Kelsey dropped the potatoes on the counter. "Wait here." She disappeared down the hall, returning just seconds later.
" Here, " she said, handing a black Nike sweat suit towards him. "I bought it for my step-father last Christmas but my mother left him before the holidays. It should fit."
"It still has the tags on it."
Kelsey stiffened indignantly. "Of course it does. I don't have a stream of men staying here that I lend it to."
"I'll pay you for it," Wolf insisted and lifted the tags to see how much he owed. H e nearly choked at the cost of the garment.
“I don’t want the money. It's been in the closet collecting dust for ten months. Or is that considered a bribe?"
"That's not the point," he grumbled.
Kelsey sighed. "Oh, what is the point, Krieger? It's not like I went out and bought it for you. If I donate it to the Salvation Army they'll sell it for ten dollars. If it makes you feel better, donate ten dollars to the charity and we'll call it even."
"You coul d give it to your cousin ."
“If it were Armani, maybe. Nike? Never!”
“Still…”
She yelped in frustration. “You redefined the meaning of male pride. Please. Look upon it as a gift for all the trouble you went to on my behalf today."
Wolf held the garment against his body. "I never could say no to a lady who begs."
"Bask in it while you can. It's the last time I'll beg to you," Kelsey promised.
"For a while, anyway," he shot back and made a hasty retreat to the bathroom for his shower.
* * *
Five minutes later, Wolf emerged from the bathroom. He slid his hands into his pockets and headed towards the kitchen. "Do you need some help with the steaks?"
"No. they're finished."
He looked at the sliced filet on the counter and grunted from the bright pink color. "You're kidding, right? You do plan to put that back under the broiler for a while."
Kelsey shook her head. "Why would I want to do that?"
"It's still raw?"
"It's rare.” She gazed up at him and flashed a dazzling smile. “Besides, I thought wolves liked their meat raw."
Wolf chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, Kelsey. I can be tempted by flesh but only when I'm looking for a late night snack."
Kelsey's cheeks flushed with heat. She might have been able to laugh it off with a clever retort if he didn't look so devastating. His damp hair fell in soft waves around his face. He’d obviously dressed while still wet and the silky
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