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Bear doesn’t reply.

Dragon shrugs. “Not sure, but we’re going to have to buy a typewriter.”

Wolf sighs. “They use computers now, you know.”

“I wrote my first novel on a typewriter,” I tell Dragon. “They’re highly overrated. Loud and clacky, and no delete. Computers are the way to go.”

“If you say so.” He doesn’t sound convinced.

“You write a novel, and then we’ll talk.”

“Fair enough. We’ll get a computer.”

I perk up. Maybe I’ll get to write in this heaven-hell after all.

I turn to Bear, who at least knows enough of my book to understand what I’m talking about. “So I’m a werewolf now. Do I get time off? And what are my responsibilities when I’m not taking revenge on the town?”

“No revenge,” Dragon snaps.

“Oh, good.” I nod. “I didn’t really want that part. I like writing horror, but I don’t think I’d enjoy being horror.”

The men gape at me some more.

Dragon finally clears his throat. “You don’t have any responsibilities. We’ll take care of your every need.”

My gaze drops down to their cocks. What? They’re kind of hard to ignore. And two of them are still hard, despite our less-than-sexy conversation.

I wiggle my eyebrows. “Every need, you say?”

Chapter 5

Gertie

The men stay right where they are, and I glance in the mirror. I now look like I did in my early thirties. Translation, hot. The men should be lining up to fuck me instead of standing there looking all lost and confused.

“Are you three virgins?” I ask. They do look quite young. I doubt they’ve even turned thirty. “Don’t worry, men. I don’t mind taking the lead. Which one of you wants to prove to me that we’re in heaven?”

Wolf shoots me a feral grin. “Gentlemen, remember that favor you owe me?”

Dragon frowns.

Bear is too busy staring at my lips to say much. He seems willing, and he’s already naked, so I take a step toward him.

“I’m going first,” Wolf tells me. “Bear and Dragon owe me.”

I turn to look at him. “Too many clothes. But maybe if you took them off, you’d be in the running.”

Wolf grabs his flannel shirt and yanks. Buttons fly everywhere, and I lick my lips as I take in his six-pack abs. “And heaven is back in the running. I’m a werewolf, and you’re going to make me howl.”

Dragon groans.

“It’s the wolf blood,” Wolf says. “It turns us into comedians.”

Bear groans, too.

Dragon sighs. “Maybe we’re the ones in hell.” He gives me a once-over. “Never mind, I take that back.”

I grin.