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"So you don't want me watching all the pretty men?"
He laughed. "To be perfectly honest, no. Besides, watching men sweat will probably get boring after a while."
Not for a werewolf. I grinned. "What time do you want me there?"
"If you're coming for a treatment, how about in an hour? It takes a few hours to go through both."
"Are you going to be my masseuse?"
"You can bet on it, babe."
Anticipation thrummed through me, and suddenly it was all I could do to remember that this boy was bad, that he could be dangerous, and therefore had to be treated with caution. And that caution should be applied equally to the club, especially if those odd noises were anything to go by.
"I've gotta go home and change first, so I might be longer than an hour."
"I'll be here waiting," he said simply, and hung up.
I replaced the receiver and turned around to discover my teenage ogler had gained a couple of mates - all armed with phones. A wise werewolf would have been discreet and shifted shape but I couldn't see the harm in giving a few boys a cheap thrill.
A blue Ford pulled to a halt beside the phone booth and for a moment I thought my Hashing days were about to be cut to a sudden halt by the long arms of the law. Then the passenger door was Bung open and a rough voice said, "Get in."
And suddenly I understood Sal's earlier amusement. The voice belonged to Cole. Obviously, she didn't realize she was actually doing me a favor. Grin widening, I blew the boys a kiss then climbed into the car.
He took off before I was even buckled in. "Those boys are going to have wet dreams for the next fortnight."
"If it's only for a fortnight, I'll be most disappointed."
He chuckled softly, and I raised my eyebrows. "The shifter is amused, not annoyed?"
He glanced at me. Despite his amusement, wariness still held sway in his pale blue eyes. "Oh, I'm pissed off about having to rescue a damn wolf careless enough to lose her car and her clothes, but at least I'll get overtime."
"So I'm not going to get a lecture about wantonly flaunting myself in front of a couple of young males?"
"I was a teenage boy once myself, you know. Those kids are going to be heroes to their peers." He gaze swept down my body, lingering long enough on my breasts to send a warm flush through my system, then he looked back at the road. "There's a coat in the back if you're getting cold."
"I'm aroused, not cold."
"I know." He glanced at me. "I'm just being polite."
"Are all wolf-shifters as uptight as you?" I twisted around to grab the coat, making sure my breast brushed his arm as I did so.
His eyes narrowed slightly, but all he said was, "You want to punch your address into the nav-computer?"
"Before or after I cover up?"
"Before." He looked at me, amusement twitching lips that suddenly looked lush and kissablc. "I never said I wasn't enjoying the view."
"So there's hope for you yet?" I leaned forward and punched my address into the computer, aware all the while of his gaze lingering on my breasts. The shifter was a boob man, obviously. Just as well I wasn't built in the stick thin mode of most weres.
"There's always hope for me. But for you? Not a chance."
I grinned and leaned back, curving my back a little to show off my assets to full advantage. "Never challenge a werewolf, Cole. You'll always lose."
"In this, I think not."
"Game on, then."
He looked at me, clearly amused. "It takes more than a good set of breasts to get into my bed."
