still working.
“Well, damn.”
Shelley paused in the doorway. “Trust me, I’m not happy either. But at the same time, this is what I have to do.”
“You have to frustrate me? I didn’t see that on the patient/doctor forms.”
She snorted as Chase reluctantly dragged on his jeans. “I’ll add that in as one of the options to check off next time. I…can’t.”
She was still staring as he finished zipping. “I have nowhere to stay. Just saying.”
“But you—”
“Had a place. Gave it up, since I figured I was heading home. You got a couch for me to bunk on?”
“You could stay at the pack house…” There was dead silence for all of ten seconds. They both laughed uncomfortably at the same time as the truth of that suggestion hit. “No, I guess you couldn’t at that.”
“I’m just a poor man with an injury my doctor wants to treat tomorrow. I won’t be any trouble.”
Shelley bit her lip.
“Not unless you want me to be trouble, that is.” Chase pulled his shirt over the bandages. It still ached like the blazes, but other portions of his anatomy felt worse.
“Fine. You can stay with me. But we’re not sleeping together.”
“You’re the one in charge.” At least until he convinced her otherwise. “I can give you a hand with the flooring if you have medical stuff to do.”
“Seriously? You know how to tile?”
Chase nodded. “And I can fix the doorbell. Unless you enjoy waking up your patients before they enter the office.”
Her face brightened, the sexual tension between them fading slightly. “I would appreciate your help very much.”
She showed him what she’d been doing, and he set to work, the task mindless as he cut and placed the tiles in pattern. Off in the other room, she moved though the lab with an easy competence. It was companionable and relaxed.
Chase turned back to the pile of work. He’d save the seduction for tonight.
Chapter Six
She’d discovered a new form of torture. First, having given in to kissing the sexy shifter, her body assumed that was the all-clear signal for more than just a wildly inappropriate moment. Her work in the lab had helped distract her for a while, as did drafting up a message to her mentor back in Calgary, but her constant awareness of him was, well, constant.
He’d managed to lay out over ninety-percent of the tiles she’d been struggling with, so now she was astonished at his work ethic as well as wanting to slurp him up like an ice-cream cone.
And then she’d brought him home. Her apartment overlooking the Yukon River seemed a lot smaller with him in it. He wasn’t loud. Or big, he was just right freaking there, and she really wanted a piece of him.
Her wolf was nowhere to be found. The elusive creature wasn’t the one making her drool at the moment. No, after kick-starting her libido the beast had retreated as much as possible, so there was no way to excuse this as one of those freaky other things.
She had the hots for the man. Period. And what she was going to do about it was absolutely nothing.
Maybe.
She turned up the enthusiasm to hide her need to jump him. “Pizza?”
“Perfect. You order, I’ll buy.” Chase dropped onto the couch and stretched out his long limbs. He took up the entire space. Well, not really, but it seemed everywhere she looked, there he was. “I like everything, so order whatever you want.”
Shelley grabbed the TV remote and tossed it at him. “Here, have a blast. Pick what you want to watch.”
She called the pizza shop, ordered a couple extra large with double meat and three side salads. Remembering his metabolism, she added wings to the order, figuring anything that was leftover she’d send north with him.
When she turned back he was still sprawled out, but he’d turned away from the TV and was watching her intently.
“Nothing interesting on?”
Chase’s heated grin stroked her. “You told me to watch whatever I liked. That’s what I’m doing.”
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