Then I hear her sigh.
Not annoyed.
Defeated.
The sound punches me right in the chest.
Strange.
I shift slightly on the stool.
And that's when I finally see her reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
Holy.Fuck.
She is curvy—really curvy.
She looks real.
Thick.Full.
Not at all like social media or Hollywood tells you a woman should look.
She’s got these long, blonde waves spilling over one shoulder, and I can see some gray threaded in the strands at her temples.
She’s not timid or shy about her age or body.
She is bold, and she doesn’t hide.
That alone is sexy as fuck.
Nothing sayshot girllike a confident woman.
My gaze travels over her and I stop at her whiskey-colored eyes because—holy fucking shit—that’s a fine ass vintage right there.
She’s got full lips, currently pressed together in obvious irritation.
And sass.
Sweet Mother Moon, the woman practically radiates sass.
Too bad for this guy.
He’s not in her class.
Not even close.
Because she is hot as hell.
I inhale a deep breath and freeze—something sweet and spicy infiltrates my senses.
And I mean, it hits me hard.
My Wolf sits upright immediately.
Mine.
I nearly spit out my beer.
