Page 129 of Knot What I Expected

He came here.

For me.

I swallow.

“Havoc—”

“Needed to see you, Honey Girl.”

That same terrifyingly vulnerable look crosses his face again, like admitting that costs him something. My heart turns over.

Then Lindsey gives a drunken little laugh and waves one manicured hand through the air.

“Well, whatever. If he’s not our stripper, can somebody call the actual one?”

Havoc doesn’t even look at her. He’s looking at me.

Only me.

Those molten-gold eyes drag over my face like he’s checking for damage, like he’s been gone for a fucking year instead of a week. His hand is still wrapped around my wrist, his thumb pressed directly over my racing pulse.

And suddenly, I’m not laughing anymore.

Because something is happening here.

Something big.

I feel it gathering between us. My hidden nature feels it too.

She stretches beneath my skin, restless and strangely eager, drawn toward the enormous Wolf standing in front of me.

Havoc inhales.

His nostrils flare.

His eyes burn brighter.

“Gabby.”

Just my name. But Christ, the way he says it.

Like a plea wrapped inside a growl.

Before I can answer, Dick comes barreling around the corner.

“What the hell is going on back here?”

Havoc finally looks away from me.

“Gabby’s done for the night.”

My mouth drops open.

Dick blinks.

“Excuse me?”

“I said she’s done.”