Page 31 of Knot What I Expected

Monster chuffs.

“I am going for a drink.”

Gabby.

“I’m not going to The Joint.”

Silence.

“Damn straight.”

For once, I fucking win.

Twenty minutes later, I park outside Dick’s. Music pounds through the walls before I even open the door.

Perfect.

It’s loud enough to drown out my thoughts. I walk inside feeling amped and a little bit reckless. I inhale the second I step onto the wood floor.

Beer.

Whiskey.

Sweat.

Perfume.

Humans.

A few supernaturals.

My Wolf sorts through every scent automatically.

Then—it meets me.

Firewood smoke. September mornings.

My entire body locks.

No.

Monster surges so hard my vision flashes gold.

Mine.

“What the fuck?”

I turn toward the bar.

And there she is.

Gabriella fucking Santos. Behind the goddamn bar.

For a second, I honestly think I’m seeing shit.

She’s wearing black jeans that hug every one of those sultry curves and a black shirt cut so low and fitted so damn tight it should be illegal.

Fuck.