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“How are those wounds looking?” He sat beside her on the bed. He hesitated before he pushed aside the fur on the wolf’s collarbone. The burns were visibly healing before his eyes.
“Looks good. You should be better by tonight.”
The wolf laid her head on her paws and closed her eyes. Her fur was a rich, ebony black, as dark as night itself, undertoned with bits of red, the same gorgeous color as her hair—both beautiful and a deadly camouflage to hide her from her enemies. And man, those eyes—wild, untamed and majestic. They held an entrancing quality, one he had never encountered in a normal human being, the eyes of a free animal.
That asshole packmaster of hers was too much of a coward to send out his troops, so she was out there on her own. What type of leader sent a lone female as his muscle to track a rampaging rogue?
Jace pulled his gaze away and flicked off the bedroom light. He could see perfectly in the dark, and the weight of her gaze as she watched him hung heavy on his shoulders. He moved back to the pillow. He took a deep breath, and the words slipped out before he could control himself. “For the record, you’re a beautiful wolf.”
Without looking back at her, he lay down on the floor and rested his head on his pillow. He thanked God she couldn’t respond.
The screechingsoundof the alarm rang in his ears, and something wet licked at his hand.Wolf.His eyes shot open, and he scrambled to his feet. Adrenaline propelled him until he realized the wolf was Francesca. Right, he’d slept in a room with a wolf shifter all night—probably not his brightest idea. If she’d wanted to, she could have ripped his throat out.
Though he supposed they’d already slept together in more ways than one.
“What do you think you’re doing, waking me up like that?” Jace demanded as he stood and strode over to the alarm, hitting the off button with more force than was necessary.
Francesca’s tail bristled, and a shiver ran down her spine. Jace’s eyes widened as her fur melted back into her skin. Her muzzle shortened. Her tail folded in on itself, and her ears shrank and rounded out. A moment later he was staring at Francesca, propped on all fours and completely naked.
She threw her long hair over her shoulder and sat up. “I could’ve barked in your ear or bitten you. If I were you, I wouldn’t complain about a little tongue action.”
He frowned. “Bite me again and you’ll find a silver knife against your throat.”
She rolled her eyes. “How gentlemanly of you.” She stood.
Jace drank in the beautiful curves of her nude figure. Slender, muscular legs, round, smooth hips, a toned stomach, and breasts that could make a man wild with lust.
He ripped his gaze away from her and turned around. He felt his cock grow hard, and he tried to ignore the strain against his jeans. “I never claimed to be a gentleman.”
“Good, because you didn’t have me fooled for a second.” He could practically hear the amused grin in her voice. He heard her pad lightly toward the other side of the room, where her backpack lay against the wall.
“You can turn around now,” she said after several moments. “I don’t care if you see me naked again.”
He turned to find her wearing a white tank top and a pair of worn jeans. His gaze slid over her curved frame and his dick jerked. Damn, even when she was clothed—or barely so—he wanted to run his tongue over every inch of her skin. He forced himself to ignore the deep urge tugging at his groin.
As if she read his mind, she glanced down at her clothing. She met his stare again and frowned. “These are my work clothes. I don’t dress like thiseveryday.”
“I didn’t say anything.” He tried not to dwell on the way her jeans squeezed her perfectly round ass or how her tank top framed the most perfect pair of breasts he’d ever laid eyes on.
She shrugged. “You implied it with your eyes.”
Jace pretended he didn’t hear her comment and took his leather coat off the dresser. “Grab your things while I call David. I don’t know if we’ll be coming back here or not.” He shrugged on the coat and used the hotel phone to dial David’s number.
After a few rings, the call went to David’s voice mail. Jace hung up and redialed, and kept redialing until David finally answered.
“Hello?”
“What’s with you not picking up your phone?”
“After helping you, I’m on the lam, J. I’m trying to be cautious.”
“Yeah, and I’m trying not to waste time.”
“Then hurry up and spit it out,” David said.
“We need to know where the double killings were.”
“We?” David asked. “You know, I really don’t like the idea of you—”
