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to SOS or nine-one-one for
emergencies. TJ likes to use the four-tumbler lock and he tends to get fancy. What
would you say if you needed to get in the cabin and had no key?”
“I’d probably swear.” She stuck her hands farther into her armpits and hopped on
the spot.
Tad gave her cheek a quick you’re-a-genius kiss and warmth shot through her. He
had the lock off in a moment, the window open, and he lifted her in. Tad crawled
through behind her and pulled the window shut. The relative silence echoed in
her ears.
“What was the word?”
Tad directed her toward the airtight stove. “S-H-I-T. That boy needs to grow up.”
He grabbed a blanket out of a sealed Rubbermaid tote and wrapped it around her
shoulders. He stared at her for a second, his cold fingers soft against her cheek
before he covered her more thoroughly. “Sit here and I’ll get the fire started.
We’ll have everything we need in a minute. Keil is nothing if not prepared.”
Missy watched, huddled under the blanket, as Tad lit the stove and hustled
around the kitchen area pulling things from inside sealed boxes. Tea, sugar,
canned spaghetti sauce and dry pasta all appeared on the sideboard. By the time
the stove radiated heat into the main space of the cabin, there was melted snow
for boiling the pasta and the rich aroma of tomato sauce filled the air.
Such smooth movements for an untriggered wolf. There was a kind of innate
grace in most shifters, a carryover from their wolf form. Tad had yet to turn into
his wolf, but Missy could imagine him. She bet he would be pale silver, as light as
she was, even though his human form was dark in skin and hair. He was going to
be beautiful. Just like his human.
As she watched her desire for him grew. Her body tightened and moisture began
to gather in her core. This day had been a long time coming and her skin tingled in
anticipation of his touch. Missy was glad that she would get to share this
experience with him. No matter how dangerous it was for her to offer him
FirstMate. With all she’d been through in the Whistler pack, the years of being
unloved and trapped in a marriage of convenience, she needed to do one last
special thing for herself. Whatever the result.
She was grateful to have something special she could give to Tad.
She got up to change out of her wet things into the clothes she’d brought along.
Tad watched her open her bag without saying anything, his gaze hot as she
reached in and pulled out a thick pair of pants.
“Sweats. Hmm, baby, you’re my kind of woman,” Tad teased, his smile
brightening the room.
“It’s cold here after living away from the north,” Missy complained.
Tad winked at her. “What else you got in that bag of tricks? Here I thought you
meant you’d brought a sexy nightie or massage oil.”
Missy pulled out a thick pair of wool socks and her hairbrush.
“Ropes and a paddle, right?”
Missy blew a raspberry at him and ducked behind the stack of boxes while Tad
turned back to the stove, but not before they both cast a final glance at each
other. The sexual intent in Tad’s gaze burned her and she had to take a long, slow
breath before she could change.
Warm food filled their bellies and the heat from the stove reached even the
farthest corners of the cabin. Missy sighed and leaned back on the soft pillows
Tad had pulled from storage and placed in front of the fire.
“There were three other full-blood wolves in high school with us,” she said,
watching the expressions on his face with delight. “Do you know who they were?”
Tad propped himself on his elbows beside her. “I know about Leon. He still
belongs to the pack in Whitehorse. I suspected there was something different
about him even before I knew about wolves.”
Missy laughed. “Why?”
Tad bunched his shoulders and screwed his face into a grimace. He deepened his
voice and rasped out, “’Cause if you’d ever seen the guy changing for gym
emergencies. TJ likes to use the four-tumbler lock and he tends to get fancy. What
would you say if you needed to get in the cabin and had no key?”
“I’d probably swear.” She stuck her hands farther into her armpits and hopped on
the spot.
Tad gave her cheek a quick you’re-a-genius kiss and warmth shot through her. He
had the lock off in a moment, the window open, and he lifted her in. Tad crawled
through behind her and pulled the window shut. The relative silence echoed in
her ears.
“What was the word?”
Tad directed her toward the airtight stove. “S-H-I-T. That boy needs to grow up.”
He grabbed a blanket out of a sealed Rubbermaid tote and wrapped it around her
shoulders. He stared at her for a second, his cold fingers soft against her cheek
before he covered her more thoroughly. “Sit here and I’ll get the fire started.
We’ll have everything we need in a minute. Keil is nothing if not prepared.”
Missy watched, huddled under the blanket, as Tad lit the stove and hustled
around the kitchen area pulling things from inside sealed boxes. Tea, sugar,
canned spaghetti sauce and dry pasta all appeared on the sideboard. By the time
the stove radiated heat into the main space of the cabin, there was melted snow
for boiling the pasta and the rich aroma of tomato sauce filled the air.
Such smooth movements for an untriggered wolf. There was a kind of innate
grace in most shifters, a carryover from their wolf form. Tad had yet to turn into
his wolf, but Missy could imagine him. She bet he would be pale silver, as light as
she was, even though his human form was dark in skin and hair. He was going to
be beautiful. Just like his human.
As she watched her desire for him grew. Her body tightened and moisture began
to gather in her core. This day had been a long time coming and her skin tingled in
anticipation of his touch. Missy was glad that she would get to share this
experience with him. No matter how dangerous it was for her to offer him
FirstMate. With all she’d been through in the Whistler pack, the years of being
unloved and trapped in a marriage of convenience, she needed to do one last
special thing for herself. Whatever the result.
She was grateful to have something special she could give to Tad.
She got up to change out of her wet things into the clothes she’d brought along.
Tad watched her open her bag without saying anything, his gaze hot as she
reached in and pulled out a thick pair of pants.
“Sweats. Hmm, baby, you’re my kind of woman,” Tad teased, his smile
brightening the room.
“It’s cold here after living away from the north,” Missy complained.
Tad winked at her. “What else you got in that bag of tricks? Here I thought you
meant you’d brought a sexy nightie or massage oil.”
Missy pulled out a thick pair of wool socks and her hairbrush.
“Ropes and a paddle, right?”
Missy blew a raspberry at him and ducked behind the stack of boxes while Tad
turned back to the stove, but not before they both cast a final glance at each
other. The sexual intent in Tad’s gaze burned her and she had to take a long, slow
breath before she could change.
Warm food filled their bellies and the heat from the stove reached even the
farthest corners of the cabin. Missy sighed and leaned back on the soft pillows
Tad had pulled from storage and placed in front of the fire.
“There were three other full-blood wolves in high school with us,” she said,
watching the expressions on his face with delight. “Do you know who they were?”
Tad propped himself on his elbows beside her. “I know about Leon. He still
belongs to the pack in Whitehorse. I suspected there was something different
about him even before I knew about wolves.”
Missy laughed. “Why?”
Tad bunched his shoulders and screwed his face into a grimace. He deepened his
voice and rasped out, “’Cause if you’d ever seen the guy changing for gym
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