Page 13 of Knot What I Expected

Absolutely fucking not.

Whatever the hell happened next, I knew one thing for damn sure.

I needed to stay away from Gabriella Santos.

Far away.

Far, far the fuck away.

My Wolf went strangely quiet.

Then the son of a bitch laughed.

I gritted my teeth.

Asshole.

Chapter 1

Gabriella

My skin itches.

Not normal dry-skin, forgot-to-moisturize-after-my-shower itching either.

Nope.

This is the kind that starts somewhere underneath my skin and works its way outward.

Hot.

Restless.

Wrong.

Shit.

I resist the urge to scratch the spot just beneath my collarbone for probably the fiftieth time and smile at the man glaring at me from the other side of the counter.

“Your fries will be right out, sir.”

“I ordered them twenty minutes ago.”

It’s been seven.

I know because I entered the order myself.

“I understand.”

“No, you obviously don’t.”

My smile tightens.

Okay.

Fantastic. It’s going to be one of those days.

Behind me, something crashes in the kitchen.