Page 97 of Ice King

And there was her full attention even when I was rattling off something about hockey because the woman made me nervous.

Still.

After all the bantering and irritation. After the determination to keep her at arm’s length. And even after we’d experienced the most incredible sex of my life, the woman had a way of driving under my skin leaving me aching all over.

A series of sensations was a clear indication my wolf had bypassed being hungry. He was now hangry.

As well as highly impatient.

“To my house.”

“Why?” she shot back.

“You’re full of questions.”

“I am, which you don’t seem inclined to answer, but I will get them out of you.”

With a deadpan seriousness, I glanced at her just before we pulled away from the last of the town’s city lights. “I can’t wait to see what you attempt. We’re going to my house. Just for now. I thought you’d like to see where I lived so you could openly criticize all my decorating choices.”

She wasn’t buying what I was selling, mostly because I sucked at being a liar. The truth was, since we’d been seen together out in public and not in a competitive setting, if I was right aboutBubba and his female crew, she could be in danger. I’d dropped off the shell casing to my father instead of the police.

This was pack business and if someone had been trespassing on our property, the cameras would pick it up. What bothered me was that whoever had ventured onto the property had known to avoid the trip wires. We had a few surrounding the property, mostly to announce any wild animals that might have ventured on the property, but after shifters had been brought to the public’s attention, we’d reinforced every manner of security.

In the morning I’d made a few calls, also trying to figure out Bubba’s real identity.

I rubbed my finger across my bottom lip. Plus, I wanted her writhing underneath me while screaming my name in my own king-sized bed.

“I guess we’re making another deal. I will go to your place if you promise to answer all my questions.”

How clever of her. “Alright. I can do that. Just go easy on me. I’m an injured man.”

“Ha. Nice try, buddy.”

The truth was that just by being around her, the ache in my ribcage had lessened to a dull throb. God, I hated when my father was right.

“Then fire away.”

“Be careful what you ask for.”

“I’m so scared.”

She dared take the bull by the horns, squeezing my thigh. Was she trying to cause a wreck?

“How can you tell the difference in humans and shifters?” Georgia asked after we’d only been in the truck for a couple of minutes. “There must be a chemistry to your ability.”

I glanced into the rearview mirror while I thought about an answer that wouldn’t bring a barrage of additional questions.

“Chemistry is an excellent word to use. Humans have a different scent.”

“Oh, we do, huh?”

“Yes, you do. And I’m not talking about that incredible vanilla and jasmine perfume you wear.”

“You know my perfume.”

Before I made a turn, I checked both side mirrors, concerned that Bubba and his pretenders were following us. While they’d left twenty minutes before, I’d still been able to gather their stench in the parking lot. I’d noticed the man had gone outside to make a phone call, even though I’d pretended I hadn’t been paying any attention. He’d left the building to prevent me from overhearing him. If I had to guess, I’d say he’d been a lookout, sharing my presence with someone. I’d need to be very careful.

“Absolutely. A touch of tangerine and a hint of hibiscus. A very seductive fragrance.”