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perfect
gentleman.”
    Tommie was pretty sure he wasn’t, but his
warm hands caressing her shoulders made it hard to argue the point.
Still, she tried.
    “ Bull,” she said with what
turned into a groan of pleasure as he ran the cloth over her
neck.
    “ What?”
    “ Bull,” she said a little
more emphatically.
    “ What?” he asked again,
impatiently this time.
    “ Bull,” she repeated, a
little louder.
    He put his hands on her hips. “Look,
spitfire, I don’t know about you, but in my experience, when a
woman says my name, it’s usually followed up with a statement,
question, or sigh of pleasure. What’s it gonna be?”
    Tommie raised her head and tried to look over
her shoulder. “Bull? Your name is Bull?”
    He nodded. “Yep.” His hands left her
hips.
    “ Bullshit.” She laughed to
cover her disappointment and sighed when the hands came back with a
newly soaped washcloth.
    “ Referring to my being a
gentleman or my name?”
    “ Both, I guess. I don’t
believe for a minute you’re a gentleman and what mother would name
a tiny little baby, Bull?”
    She felt his shoulders shrug when he
laughed.
    “ Hey, you know what they say
about if the shoe fits. I was always hung this way. Even my mother
was impressed.”
     

Chapter 6

    Damn, was that sick or what? There he was,
running his hands over a skinny-assed bag of bones and enjoying it.
He’d never had an interest in skinny, never believed in the adage
‘Anything over a mouthful was wasted’. Give him a nicely padded
rump and a pair of hefty tits and he was a happy wolver. He liked a
little jiggle and squish in his play. So why was his body
responding to the scrawny scarecrow standing in front of him with
her hands braced against the shower wall, legs spread, and ass
raised? She was weak, underfed, and so exhausted she could barely
stand and here he was, fantasizing about utilizing her position for
funny business. And who the hell said funny business anymore?
    He was disgusted with
himself and so was his wolf. The animal snarled and snapped.
“ Leave her alone .”
    But he couldn’t. She needed him. And what the
hell was up with that? When was the last time he even thought about
someone needing him? The answer hovered over him for a second and
he shook it away, back into the shadows where it belonged.
    She was a job. No, she was only a skinny
little link in the chain that led to the job and she would be gone
as soon as he got what he wanted from her. This was part of the
game plan. He’d winked, he’d nodded and now it was time to chat.
Nobody said he couldn’t enjoy the game while it was being
played.
    She gave another little moan as he ran his
fingers over her scalp in a second lathering of shampoo. It was a
sweet little moan and if she was this responsive to a scalp
massage, he could only imagine what her response would be when his
fingers found their way...Damn it to hell!
    “ Ow.”
    “ Sh-shit, s-sorry.” He was
stuttering like an untried cub. “I got carried away getting the
last bit of crap off your scalp.”
    Washing her was like scrubbing the mud and
muck from a rock in the stream and finding a sparkling treasure
beneath. He used to search for that kind of treasure when he was a
pup.
    That thought, too, was cast back into the
shadows. Bull stepped away. The girl’s rounded back moved with him
as if she missed the warmth of the contact.
    “ We’re done here. Can you
hang on while I get my clothes on?” He drew the curtain back and
stepped from the tub.
    “ Yeah,” she said, pushing
away from the wall and turning her back to him. Her head was bowed
and her face was hidden by her hair.
    Bull smiled at the show of modesty, ironic
when you considered he’d had his hands on every inch of it. He
dried his body with the smaller towels in the stack and ran the
last one over his hair, combed his fingers through it, shook his
head, and let it fall into place. Shorts and jeans were next, but
the shirt remained where he’d tossed it on