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There was a look in her eyes that told me there was more to that story, but I wasn’t in the right mindset to prod for answers.
And I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, either.
I hadn’t been able to sleep when I thought werewolves might be real, but now that I knew they were… where did that leave me?
Other than trapped by an apparently-possessive wolfy bastard and a few of his friends, of course.
“We’re going to head to the store for you, but if you have any questions, just write ‘em down and I’ll answer them when I bring the groceries back.” Teagan gestured over her shoulder. “If we leave the cute unmated Rocco here, Ford might accidentally rip his throat out.” She winked at Ford, who growled.
It sounded like a growl of… agreement?
Was that even a thing?
Jesse tugged Teagan a bit closer, and his arm wrapped around her waist.
If they were really as possessive as she’d said, I imagined that was his response to her saying Rocco was cute.
“As fun as that would be, I’ll pass,” Rocco agreed.
“Remember, my house is that way. We’re right on the end, so it’ll be hard to miss.” Tea pointed over her shoulder. “If you need anything, you can go over there. We’ll answer if we’re home, which we won’t be for an hour or two. Elliot’s house is on the other side of yours, and he’s about the happiest, nicest dude you’ve ever met. Plus, he always has snacks. So if you don’t want to cook, stop by. He’s not the best chef—that would be Zed—but he makes a mean PB&J with chocolate chips.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Seriously?”
“I know it sounds gross, but once you’ve tried it, there’s no going back.” Her face was solemn for a minute, and then she grinned.
Good ole’ weird Teagan.
Apparently she’d stayed the same, even though she was a werewolf now. That was comforting, in a way.
Not really comforting, but somewhat comforting.
“Anyway, we’ll get out of your hair, but we’ll be back soon. Have fun with Ford.”
My gaze dipped to the wolf’s as they all slipped back out of the house.
His lips lifted in a wolfy grin that made me shudder.
Suddenly, PB&J with chocolate chips was sounding a hell of a lot better than being alone with a wolf who may or may not want to eat me.
