Vince kept out of sight behind a tall bush and watched her walk across the parking lot, those long slim legs eating up the pavement. He wasn’t worried about her catching his scent. Like him, she was a dreamwalker, not a full shifter. Like him, she didn’t have a physical wolf. Like him, her wolf only came out to play at night—on the dreamscape.
If he’d had a physical wolf he’d have been able to smell her, even from this far away. But instead he had to pull from his memory and imagine the sweet, sweet scent of Serena Lowell.
Just the thought of the way she’d smelled when he’d met her last month had his imagination running wild, all the way to how good she would taste when he had her legs wide open and his mouth diving between them. Like fresh whipped cream on hot cherry pie.
Come here, sweet-cheeks. Daddy’s hungry.
Serena stood up and looked at the full complement of thirteen women that made up the official Windy Gap pack council. “Thank you for welcoming me to your pack and to Windy Gap. I’m thrilled to be here in the Colorado Rockies and once I get my breath back, I know I’m going to love it here.”
There were flashes of smiles across all the women’s faces. They were a nice balance of ages from early forties up to a few very senior elders. Twelve wolf shifters and one spelltalker in all, the requisite twelve plus one representative from the shamans’ council. It was supposed to keep the council in balance. Although, after growing up in the shadow of the Smokey Top pack council and not being a physical shifter herself, she knew better.
She shook hands and tried to remember names until there were only three people left. Esther, the spelltalker who represented the thirteenth member—the shamans’ circle representative—took her hand and gave it a firm squeeze.
“We’re so happy to have you here, Serena. I’ve heard great things about you from your shamans’ circle back in Maine. We’re so pleased to have a dreamwalker therapist of your caliber on our staff.” The diminutive gray-haired lady pulled Serena into a hug, and after a surprised few seconds, Serena hugged back. “Really glad you took the job.” She let her go and stepped towards the door. “Now, I’ll leave you with Nancy and Vince to get settled in.” And she bustled after the rest of the council members.
Serena watched her go. Yes, the job had been a draw. But she’d had another reason, a very powerful reason, to leave her pack and come clear across the country to Colorado. She’d only had one night to get to know Sam Wulfric and, if she were to consider taking him as a mate, she needed to know for sure that he was the one. Inside, her wolf rose, pushing her to leave these stuffy rooms and find Sam. She might not be sure if Sam was her true mate, but her wolf didn’t care. He was an alpha shifter, and that made him good breeding potential.
She shook off the memories of her kissing Sam last month and turned to the back of the small council room. Her new boss, Nancy Stalker, stood up from where she’d been sitting at the back of the room. Vince Ethelwulf, shamans’ circle assistant and one of the few people she knew from her interview a month ago, hovered behind her. Nancy hadn’t even been on the interview team last month in Denver, just the two council reps and the head of the shamans’ circle. This was the first time Serena had met her. And it hadn’t gone well.
“I guess being the daughter of a council member has its perks.” Nancy’s forced smile didn’t reach her eyes as she gathered her purse, phone, and notes from the table in front of her. “But don’t forget, you’re a dreamwalker and you answer directly to me.”
“Of course, Ms. Stalker.”
Nancy drew closer, her fake smile dropping away. She took off her 1950s-style reading glasses and let them fall to her chest, caught by their silver neck chain. “I didn’t hire you, Miss Lowell, and I certainly don’t care if you have to run home to momma and daddy with your tail between your legs.”
Serena didn’t even get the chance to respond.
Nancy nodded at Vince, who still hadn’t moved from his seat in the back of the council chamber. “Vince? Make sure she gets settled in.” She pushed past Serena toward the door. “I’ll see you Monday, Miss Lowell. Don’t be late.” And she left the council chamber without giving Serena one last glance.
Serena’s legs were shaking. She sank into one of the plastic audience chairs set up around the perimeter of the informal council room. “Wow, that was some first day.”
Vince came over. He ran a hand through what was left of his hair and shook his head. “If she’d been at the interviews last month, she would have hired you too. You know how it is. Everyone here has to fight for pack status, even those of us who don’t go furry.”
His smile made her feel better. He’d done that at her interview too, his slightly too close-set eyes sending her reassuring messages when the questions had been hot and heavy. She was hopeful that now she was here they’d be good friends. And after seeing what kind of a boss Nancy was going to be, she needed every friend she could get.
“Yeah, dreamwalkers, spelltalkers, dormants—we all have to band together sometimes, don’t we?”
He nodded, his heavy black glasses sliding down his nose again. He pushed them back. “Shall I show you to your cabin?”
“Thanks.” It was nice to know she had one friend here. Well, maybe two. Esther had seemed friendly.
As her mother had said when she’d driven her to the airport, “It only takes one or two allies to make an alliance, Serena.” Her mother should know. She’d clawed and bitten her way from being an outsider to pack supremacy as the Smokey Top Council leader. One enemy down at a time—one ally up.
“Ready?” Vince was waiting at the door to the council room, his keys already in hand to lock up behind her.
“Ready, Vince.” She gathered her purse and headed for the door. She was here now, in Windy Gap. No parents with pack status to back her up anymore. No one but herself to succeed or fail. Her spirits rose. Nancy Stalker might think she’d gotten here on her parents’ shoulders, but she knew she’d achieved everything she’d done on her own. Coming out here to Colorado was her way of proving to the world she didn’t need her parents’ rep or the rest of the family to be a success. She was someone on her own. Physical wolf or not.
Vince retrieved her suitcases from the storage room and they walked out of the main ranch house and down the wide porch stairs to an open-top Jeep. Kids and wolves played tag in a grassy area just past the drive. She could see all the way down the wide sheep-dotted valley below where the working parts of the ranch were spread out on their own gravel road. There was an openness here she’d never felt in Maine. A feeling of space and air and freedom. She looked back over her shoulder at the house. “I’ve never seen a log house so big.”
“It’s the biggest log structure on the property.” Pride rang in Vince’s voice. “That’s the shamans’ circle.” He pointed over a low rise at the collection of smaller buildings that housed both the spelltalkers’ offices and dreamwalker headquarters, as well as a circular wooden palisade for a council ring. “You can walk from your cabin down in about thirty minutes, but you’ll get a car assigned to you on Monday so you can make home visits and get groceries and things.”
Starting to get excited, now that the meet and greet with the council was over, Serena craned her head at the building where she’d be starting work on Monday. It was a cute stucco house, with a smaller porch and stairs leading down to the parking lot it shared with the rest of the shamans’ circle. Dreamwalkers and spelltalkers together made up the branch of the pack that governed the social side of things while traditionally shifters and dormants handled the enforcer side. And the council. She couldn’t forget the lopsided shifter-based councils.
They drove up the valley and up the side of the mountain, through pine woods, so different from the pines at home and yet strangely the same. Everything here was drier, a little more spread out. There was more grass and less tangled brush. And no blueberries. She was going to miss all the fresh blueberries, that was for sure. The drive to the area of the compound where the pack had a row of small single cabins for visitors and guests only took about fifteen minutes, but because of the expanse of trees and the steep slope of the mountain, it seemed much further away.
“You’ll be staying here.” Vince pointed past a row of bright green trees she thought might be aspen to where she could just see the corner of a dark brown cabin. “They’re a little old, but really nice. And once you get a feel for the area you’ll be looking for your own place anyway.”
“How many pack members stay here, at the ranch?” They’d driven away from all signs of people, leaving the main compound, kids, wolves and sheep behind. And the council. It might be nice to be up here away from the main chaos of the pack.
“We have about two hundred.”
“Wow, that’s a lot.”
“Most of them are in the family housing on the other side of the hill from the main compound. There are some single apartments in the ranch house. Some of the elders who don’t have family stay there, or singles who need temporary housing. And of course, we have a bunk house for some of the ranch hands.”
“I still think that’s funny. Out in Maine we’re fishermen and lumberjacks. Wolves herding sheep for a living is so old-school.”
Vince smiled at her. “We’re an old-fashioned pack. We still don’t have any men on our council and as you can see—” his face grew hard “—only one non-shifter pack member too.”
Serena gave a double take at the bitterness in his voice. “But none of the packs have men on the council, yet.”
Vince’s gray eyes were stormy behind his glasses. “That’s because they’ve stacked the council with all physical shifters. It’s crazy. Only physical shifters have to worry about the wolf taking over.”
“Now, Vince, that’s not true. My wolf pushes me around, even though I can’t shift here on this plane.” She thought back to the driving desire her wolf had lately, to settle down and take a mate. Even now in the back of her mind, her wolf was evaluating Vince as a potential breeding partner.
Serena squelched that idea. He wasn’t her type. They had other irons in the fire, she reminded her wolf. The beast settled down, thinking of what they had in mind.
“But what about spelltalkers, and dormants?” Vince was almost shaking in his anger. “They don’t even have wolves at all. They each deserve at least one representative.”
“Can you see any council allowing a dormant on?” Serena shook her head. “One step at a time, Vince. We’re an old society—it’s only in the last one hundred years we’ve stopped having mating fights to the death.” She looked around at the rows of cabins they were approaching. Sun shone on the rooftops and bright yellow sunflowers bobbed in front of each one, helping cancel out the dark brown logs and small windows. “Wow, each of these is so cute. Now, which one is mine?”
Vince seemed to shake off his anger at the pack’s traditions. “You have the one on the very end.” He pointed to a cabin a little offset from the rest.
The little cabin huddled under the large overhanging branches of several large pine trees. It was built of dark heavy logs and isolated from the rest of the row with its back lost in the shadow of the woods. The low overhanging roof and awnings gave the small windows the secretive look of half-closed eyes.
“Behind you is the entrance to the woods and a choice of running trails. There aren’t a lot of visitors right now and most of the rest of the pack who stay here live down the hill. It’s the one with the most privacy. I picked it for you myself. I hope you like it.”
There was a need to please lift in his voice that told her his inner wolf might be more beta than alpha. She did her best to look pleased at Vince’s choice, but she wished he’d picked one of the sunny cabins instead of this one.
Suddenly, she missed her cozy little place back in Maine she’d shared with two of her pack-mates, with the sunny white clapboard siding and the cheerful red flowers in pots by the door. She’d never lived alone before and this definitely wasn’t her idea of her first place. But Vince was looking at her with such hope in his eyes that she swallowed back the complaints and smiled. “Thanks, Vince. I’m sure it’s perfect.”
She followed Vince to the little cabin. Its sunflowers were thinner than the other cabins in the row, and they drooped, looking as if they searched and searched but never had a chance of finding the sun. A cloud passed overhead leaving the cabin looking even darker and more isolated than before.
She gave a little shiver.
Maybe she’d made the wrong decision to come here. Her boss Nancy didn’t want her, that’s for sure. And while she thought she’d made a connection with Sam Wulfric, one night kissing wasn’t enough to chase a mate clear across the country.
An hour later she finally got Vince out of the cabin. He’d insisted on showing her everything, including where the water shut off valve was and what she would need to do if the pilot on the water heater went out.
It was much later than she wanted and she was already antsy to get outside of the dark cabin and into what was left of the sunny afternoon. At least it was still summer and she had daylight left to burn. She stripped off her heavy work jewelry, and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. Time to get out of the cabin and explore, she could unpack later.
She double-checked the locks on all the tiny windows. And the back door, that for some reason led directly into the bedroom instead of into the open living space too small to really be called a great room. The cabin was just as dark and claustrophobic as she’d thought it would be from the outside, but that didn’t matter. She hadn’t come here for the free lodging, she’d come here for the mountains. And Sam. Time to get out and see what her new home had to offer.
The sun was high in the clear blue Rocky Mountain sky and once she was out of the cabin her mood lifted with it. She followed the small dirt path Vince had pointed out and started her exploration into the woods. She hiked along the trail at a snail’s pace, making her way into the forest of pines, spruce and aspen—with a few scrubby bushes thrown in for good measure.
No blueberries and it was definitely drier here than in Maine, but the feel of the mountains was the same as the wild land of her pack, and the dappled sunlight coming through the trees was enough like home to make her smile.
Her mind wandered to Sam.
She’d flown out to Denver last month for the interview, at Windy Gap’s Denver extension. It was close to the foothills and had some acreage, but nothing like the open pastures surrounded by mountains here in the high country. It was there she’d met Sam. Tall, rough, and definitely a full shifter, Sam was a volunteer pack enforcer and he’d come down with the council members and Vince as security.
He’d been charming and fun and had come on to her like a train. And after a few glasses of wine, she’d let go. And so had her wolf. Just thinking about his kisses made her warm inside. She’d taken the job. And now, she couldn’t wait to see him again. To see if he was just as sexy sober as he’d been when she’d had a few glasses. It was a crazy thing to do, come clear across the country for a man, but the job had been perfect. And, even if she and Sam turned out to be just one of those crazy nights, the opportunity to get out from her parents’ shadow made it all worth it.
She hiked around a bend in the trail, and the trees opened up to a small sunny meadow. Standing in the tall grass was a gray wolf with brown shadows. He saw her and shifted into a naked man.
Her heart jumped. It was Sam. She’d been thinking about him, daydreaming about him, now she had the opportunity to see if what they’d had that one night was real. She stared at him for what seemed like five minutes, but was probably only seconds, while her heart skipped in her chest and logic fought with desire.
She stepped off of the path and into the grass. This was meant to be. She’d started the ball rolling, taking big risks with her life, moving, new job. Now she was about to take another. She was going to sleep with Sam Wulfric.
Gabe caught the woman’s scent from across the meadow. Light vanilla with a hint of feminine musk and it turned his head in an instant. Her skin had a light sweat that made her glow, almost as much as the heat in her eyes when she looked at him. His temperature rose to boiling.
He’d had a terrible day. He’d fought with his twin Sam over who should be handling what responsibilities at the restaurant they were now both responsible for. His recently widowed mother had lectured him about getting along with his brother. And then he’d come up here to run off the tension and had a run-in with Chief Howler, telling him they were shorthanded and he needed to put in more hours on his part-time enforcer job.
Shifting to wolf and taking the mountain at a breakneck pace had taken the steam out of his anger. It had left him tired and relaxed, and more than just a little hazy from the run.
The woman drew closer, each step breaking and releasing the smell of sun-warmed grass. “Hi,” she said.
“I know it’s crazy.” She was tall with long legs and long, straight, black hair gleaming with health. And the way she walked toward him with purpose in her eyes gave him an instant hard-on he did nothing to hide. “I know we haven’t known each other long enough. But I have to know for sure.” She reached out a hand and touched him, setting all the little hairs on his forearm at alert. “Kiss me.”
It was totally crazy. Like some mind-blowing dream. A too-hot afternoon, a tall woman with long hair moving gently in the breeze. Her black eyes were full of secrets, and promises, and a hunger he couldn’t resist.
He lightly touched her arm with just the tips of his fingers. As tall as she was, she still had to lift her face to his. He closed the gap, afraid she’d disappear into the warm haze of the afternoon.
His kiss was tentative, just a brushing of his lips on her softer ones, but her reaction was not. She kissed back, increasing the pressure, and his world spun off of its foundation. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close, his erection pushing in between them. It was unbelievable, she was unbelievable. But the spark between them was hot and real and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tighter, trying to get every bit of need he had into the kiss.
They broke apart and she laughed, the sound belling out over the empty meadow. “That’s what I thought.”
She shook her head, her long hair rippling with the movement. “How popular is this trail?” The gleam in her eyes had his cock twitching.
He swallowed. “Not that popular. It’s a work day. Everyone’s busy.”
“Good.” She pulled her t-shirt off over her head and then reached back and undid her bra. “I want you here. Now.”
Her breasts were round and firm, her nipples taut, hard peaks in the center. His mouth watered. She was perfect, a goddess offering herself to him on the platter of the hot, sunny meadow. This had to be the most insane day of his life, but he was taking the chance.
“Screw it.” He pulled her into his arms again.
This time his kiss was just as challenging as hers, all tongue and a little teeth, and so much heat poured into her she could have no doubt about what he wanted. She reached down between them and took his cock in her hand, squeezing in firm pulses that had him wondering if she wanted him to come right there in her palm. But he had no intention of doing that and wasting this moment. No intention at all. They nearly fell to the ground together, crushing the long stalks as they went down. Now, no one from the trail would be able to see them behind the wall of dried summer grasses.
Not that he cared. He bit her lightly on the neck and sucked. She hummed, arching into him, her breath coming in short sharp pants. Her skin was like velvet in his mouth. He brought his hand up and cupped her breast, palming her nipple in the center. The sensation tingled through him.
“I want more. Now.” She fumbled for the snap on her jean shorts and ripped them open, shimmying the brief piece of fabric, and the panties underneath, down and tossing them aside.
Inside, his wolf growled approval. This woman would be a good mate. She smelled of health and sex, and even though she wasn’t their pack, she smelled of wolf. Gabe pushed the wolf back, not taking the beast’s urges seriously. He’d had a lot of sex without starting the mating fever. This tumble with a stranger wouldn’t bring his dormant virus to life. And right now, he had other things to focus on.
Like the fact she was pulling him down on top of her, pulling him in to kiss her again, even as his hand found its way between them and touched the slickness of her center. She gasped, and his fingers slipped in.
“God, I want you.” He wanted to be inside where his fingers were, sliding in and out, slick and wet and hot. “But I don’t have anything, no protection.”
She moaned against his mouth. “I’m on the pill. Is that enough for you?”
It shouldn’t be. He didn’t know her at all, but his brain was gone by now and his cock was hot and aching. The smart thing to do was to get up and walk away. She arched her hips and his fingers moved in deeper. His wolf growled his approval, pushing him to enter this woman and take her for their own.
He had a moment of clarity. Was this the way it happened? Was this the way the fever started, with a heated rush and no decision making? He fought to take back the control from his cock, from his wolf, from this sexy stranger lying under him.
“I can’t.” He gasped. “Fuck.” He rolled off of her, taking his hand out of her pussy and lying on their crushed bed of grass. He let the heat of the summer sun beat into him. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I need to know you better.”
She crawled over to him. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. But is this okay?” She moved down lower and licked the tip of his erection, her long black hair spilling out over his belly. “I got this started and I really want to finish it. I can’t explain it.”
“You don’t need to.” He tucked a strand of her silky hair back over her ear so he could see her face.
“I want to.” She moved her mouth deeper over him and he shuddered, the warm wet depth of her mouth balm to his heated cock.
“Then yes, woman. For God’s sake, yes.”
She squeezed the base in her fist, working her mouth over and down and up. And doing it again and again. He arched into her, grabbing at whatever part of her he could reach and coming up with a fistful of hair. He hung on, wishing he had more of her to hold. And then it was too late. She sucked hard. His shoulders pushed back into the ground, his hips lifted up, pushing deeper into her mouth, and he came with a groan.
He lay on the ground, spent, looking up at the wide blue sky and the tips of the trees edging the meadow. She crawled up next to him and into the crook of his right arm. A deep sense of satisfaction filled him. Logically, he should know more about her. But right now, he knew everything he needed to know.
“You fit.” He tightened his arm around her. “Just exactly here.” His wolf sent waves of pleasure and approval to him, and he knew—no matter what, this was the one.
“I know. Oh, Sam, I’m so glad I made the decision to move out here.”
Gabe’s gut twisted and the sunny day went dark. The world went spinning out from beneath him. How the hell could this have happened? This woman, this absolutely perfect woman, thought he was his twin. Sam.
The laughter started quietly, then it began to roll out of Gabe in uncontrollable waves. He released the woman he’d just come into. She sat up, and he curled up on his side as big belly laughs, with not a single ounce of real humor, rolled out.
He levered himself to sitting, but he couldn’t even catch his breath from the hysteria pouring out of his mouth sending tears down his cheeks.
“Sam? What’s so funny?” Her long black hair streamed down over her shoulders and a crooked line of concern etched between her fine dark brows.
“God, you are so beautiful.” And she was. The more he looked at her the more stunning she became. And the more it hurt. “Why the hell did you have to be so confused?”
“I don’t understand.” She wrapped her arms around her bare torso and stared at him.
“No, you sure as hell don’t.” As suddenly as it had started, the laughter faded away, leaving him drained and wondering what came next. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at her. “You smell like wolf, but you aren’t a shifter and you sure aren’t from Windy Gap. You must be a spelltalker because you’ve sure put a spell on me.”
“What are you talking about? I’m a dreamwalker. You know that. And you know I’m from Smokey Top.” Her lips pursed together. “Sam, what’s going on?”
No, she wasn’t a spelltalker, so no witchy reason why he’d taken one look at her and fallen as fast and hard as if she’d been his for decades.
His brother’s name rolled over him. “Christ, stop calling me that. I’m not Sam. I’m Gabe.” He examined her face for some form of recognition. None came. He examined her closely, looking for some recognition. Sitting so close he could see the thin line of lighter gray in her very unusual eyes, but despite his revelation they were still just as confused as ever. “I’m Sam’s identical twin. Gabe Wulfric.”
She went slowly white. Her hand rose to her mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
His gut twisted. “That’s flattering.”
She shook her head from side to side. “No, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry.”
He gave her a minute to let it sink in while he tried to sort out his own emotions. The scent of sex still lingered in the air. Even though he’d just finished in that mouth that had dropped open in shock, his cock twitched at the sight of her sitting there naked in the field beside him. God, he wanted her again. And this time he wanted all of her.
In the back of his mind his wolf sent out an answering call of hunger. He squashed what that might mean and focused on the words as she began to speak.
“I don’t understand. We’ve been texting for a month. Why didn’t Sam tell me you were twins?” She shook her head. “God, can this day get any worse.” Her cheeks had gone from sheet white to a dull red, her obvious embarrassment cutting even more deeply than her words.
His defensiveness clicked into high gear. “Hey, you’re the one who seduced me, lady.”
“Maybe you should have said no.”
“Are you kidding?”
Said no. To her. As if he would. As if he could.
He sat all the way up, folding his legs underneath him. “The woman of my dreams walks up to me and says she wants me here and now and I’m supposed to say no?” He snorted. “Right.”
“I’ve never been in your dreams.”
“Don’t be so literal. I’ve never dreamed of you specifically, but if I had, it would have gone down exactly like this.” At her raised eyebrow he shook his head. “Okay. The ending would have been different. You would have declared your undying love for me and we would have run off into the sunset together.”
“I’m sorry for the mistake.” She pulled her t-shirt over her head and grabbed her pile of twisted shorts and panties, trying to sort them out as she stood up.
Her pussy was eye level with him as she finally got her panties untangled from her shorts and slid them on. His cock did more than twitch, it rose to half-mast. Damn, why did she have to be so attractive? Why did she have to be exactly the kind of woman he would have bee-lined for in a bar? Did the genes he had in common with his twin have to rule everything?
But most of all—why hadn’t he seen her first? The initial pain of her rejection deepened into an ache and settled right in the center of his chest.
“I hope you’ll let me sort this out with your brother before you say anything. I think it should come from me.” She pulled on her shorts and zipped them up and all he could think of was how to get them back down. “Well?” She put her hands on her hips. “If you’ll just say okay, I’ll be out of here. You’ll never have to see me again.”
Never see her again. Both he and his wolf wanted to howl.
“Damn, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that.”
“You want to tell Sam?” The worry line between her eyes smoothed away. “Thank you.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” He stood up, letting his wolf play the dominant. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you walk away from me like this. You may have thought I was Sam, but we have something. You and I. I can feel it right now, drawing us together. And I’m not going to let that go.”
She didn’t back away. His wolf sent waves of approval. She had spunk. Another mark in her favor. As if she needed any more.
“I thought you were Sam.”
“I don’t doubt that. But the chemistry we have is between us. Gabe and…” He stared at her. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”
“Really?” Her eyebrows shot up. “We have this chemistry, you and I, but you only just now are realizing that you don’t know my name?” She stepped closer to him, looking up at him with challenge in her eyes. She poked a finger in his chest. “You don’t know my name. You don’t know the first thing about me.”
“I know this.” He reached out and pulled her in, crushing his mouth to hers. This kiss was hard and demanding. He needed her to understand what they had. Before it was too late. She resisted for a few seconds, then she softened and kissed back, giving just what he’d taken. Waves of desire washed over him and he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to take her back down to their bed in the grass and prove to her who he was so she’d never mistake him for Sam again.
But he let her go when she pulled back. He had seconds to note her lips were pink and swollen and her cheeks flushed before her hand shot out and slapped him in the face.
“How dare you?”
He rubbed his jaw. “We just almost fucked and now you slap me for a kiss?”
“That was before.”
“When you thought I was Sam?” He moved back in, crowding her with his body. “Did he kiss you like that? Like he couldn’t live without you? Like he hungered for you even after having you again and again and again?”
Her pupils flared. “I—”
She backed away, scooping up her sneakers and socks. “I can’t do this.”
“Wait.” He stalked after her, stopping just short and stretching out his hand. “Give me a chance. Get to know me. You owe me that.”
“I don’t owe you anything.” She moved back, several feet away, her expression guarded.
He dropped his hand to his side. “Maybe not. But you owe it to yourself. Before you do anything stupid, make sure which brother is the one you have this connection with. I’ll make you a bet, it’s not Sam.”
A flicker of confusion passed over her face.
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
She shook her head. “I need some space. It’s been a crazy day.”
“Okay, tomorrow night. Dinner. Get to know me. Give me a chance.”
She lifted her eyes to the sky and blew out a large breath. “Okay. Dinner tomorrow night. Pick