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I nod and stare at the man on the bright screen. “Maybe if I use an app to tweak his face into something more chiseled…”
“They have an app for that?”
“Maybe.” Hopefully. I sigh again. “If her budget was higher, I could buy a professionally photographed picture of a model. But she’s strapped and a returning client, so I want to make this work for her. I just don’t know if I can make his face better or his hair longer.”
He chuckles. “That’s a lot to change. I think you need to keep looking.”
I lower my phone to the cushion and sigh for the third and final time. That’s my limit. “If her book was about a sexy serial killer, any of these guys would do. But it’s a rugged cowboy wolf shifter who’s the most gorgeous man in his pack. He has to be mega-hot.”
“Mega-hot, huh?” He crosses his arm and draws his lips in. “Let me think.”
I turn to him. “Do you know someone? If you did, I would love you forever.” That came out wrong. “I would be super grateful.”
His features relax into a humorous expression, and he lowers his arms. “Sorry. I don’t know anyone who fits that description.”
I nudge his arm with my shoulder. “You got me all excited for nothing.”
He smirks and opens his mouth but closes it before speaking a word.
Is he afraid to tease me now? “Don’t do that.” I sit up and face him.
“Do what?”
“Stop yourself from teasing me. I know that’s what you were about to do. I love that part of you. It’s fun. I don’t want you to stop just because we kissed.”
His gaze narrows on me like he’s trying to read my thoughts. Easton isn’t someone who’s short on words. His lack of responses would be concerning if I hadn’t just noticed something. This broody expression he has going on, combined with his scruff and corduroy tan jacket. Add jeans, no shirt, and a cowboy hat and we have a sexy wolf shifter.
“Don’t move or change your expression.” I grab my phone and snap a ton of pictures before I lose this vision.
“What are you doing?” he asks, concerned.
“I found my model.”
“No.” He shakes his head.
“Yes.”
“No.” He leans forward, like he’s about to stand.
I press my hand to his thigh, stopping him from getting away. “Yes.”
His wheel-spoke-brown eyes lock with mine in challenge.
“You owe me.”
“How do you figure that?” A sexy grin tilts his lips, and I know—hope—he’s returning to his teasing self.
That smirk is everything I need for this cover—sinful and wolfish.
“You owe me for the help I gave you with the bourbon label.” He knows I’m right. “Fair is fair.”
He leans close enough to kiss me.
I freeze in place.
“Nothing about us is fair.” His breath brushes my lips.
I fight a shiver and repress the urge rushing my insides, telling me to kiss him.
