Page 99 of Ice King

She could have me laughing more easily than anyone I’d ever been with. And was still capable of driving me crazy. “Prim and proper?”

“Yep. You heard me say it.”

“I’ll have you know I’m a wild man.”

“No, you’re the Wolfman. Remember? There is a distinct difference.”

“Ha. Are you still high on margaritas?”

“Maybe a little bit. That brings me to another question. How is it that alcohol doesn’t affect you whatsoever?”

“I have a high metabolism.”

“So you really do think you’re invincible.”

As I turned down the street toward where I lived, I wished for a snappy comeback. The woman could still make me nervous. “I do.”

“Then you won’t mind playing a little game.”

“A game?”

“Yep.” She chose to pop the p as if making a point without telling me what she had in mind.

“What are you up to?”

“Just something from a dream I’ve been having.”

When I’d heard about her dreams, I’d been more than curious. I also understood what Samantha had been trying to tell me. True mates began to become closer first through dreams. “Let me guess. You’re not going to share.”

As soon as I pulled close to the house, she removed her seatbelt, staring out the windshield. “I tell you what. If you’re game, I’ll show you.”

“Now I’m going to answer with hmm. What do you have cooked up inside that brain of yours?”

“Well,” she said with quiet resolve while opening her door. “I’m curious about your wolf. So I figure the best way to learn more is in the wild.”

Georgia didn’t wait for me to answer, stepping outside and backing away from the truck. Given I’d left an outside light on just in case the date had gone well and I brought her back to my house, the warm LED provided a golden halo surrounding her. She was baiting me, beckoning with a single finger.

After cutting the engine, I stepped out, taking my time to push her buttons as she was doing to mine. As I rounded the corner, moving in front of the truck, she sidestepped me, edging closer to the forest.

“What are you doing?”

She threw her arms out, lifting her head toward the sky. “The rain has stopped. It’s a nice night.”

“A nice night for what exactly?”

“Mmm… Perhaps a little chase through the woods.”

“What did you say?”

“You heard me. Are you up for it? Wolfman?”

Was she freaking kidding me? “You want me to chase you in these woods.”

“I changed shoes.” She pointed to her feet, swaying her hips as she did.

I hadn’t even noticed. She was now wearing the cutesy tennis shoes she’d worn in the coffee shop. The woman either had no sense of danger or preferred indulging in a taste of it. “Do you know what you’re asking?”

She shrugged. “You don’t need to shift. But you do need to run.”