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I took the crystals into the back, trying not to remember how a werewolf in Boston had found me no matter where I went. He must’ve smelled me, too. I knew they had heightened senses, but I’d never realized it was that keen. I pushed the thoughts away. “How’s Mathias?”
“I think he’s feeling better already. Hopefully the antibiotics will kick the infection quickly.”
I left the velvet pouch on Lillian’s desk and turned around to find Zeke right behind me. He stopped, but my anxiety spike didn’t. I pressed back against the desk, fighting for breath.
He took a step backward, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” He grabbed the rolling chair and pulled it over to me. “Sit down.”
I should’ve bristled at the way he said it, like an order instead of a request, but my brain wasn’t my friend right now. Fight-or-flight instincts had taken over.
Zeke knelt in front of me, so we were eye to eye. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He shook his head. “We can skip the pub.” He straightened up. “I’ll give you some space. Are you okay to drive home?”
I took in a slow breath and nodded. “I’m fine. Thanks.”
“You don’t seem fine to me.”
I stood up without so much as a wobble. “Apparently I’m not as over my fear of werewolves as I thought.”
“I could’ve told you that from your earlier visit to the farm.” He chuckled, and there was a sparkle in his green eyes that made my pulse race, but not out of fear. After all my experience with shifters, had I learned nothing?
I tugged at the bottom of my top and then looked up at him. “I need to eat anyway if you still want to get a beer at the Olde Main Street Pub.”
“I’d like that.” He almost smiled. Almost. And it set off butterflies in my stomach.
Would I still be able to stand if he ever flashed me a full grin? I shook it off and went to the cabinet to grab my purse. “I’m going to drive over there in case it rains again later.”
“I guess I’ll…meet you over there.” He turned to go, and I couldn’t resist a peek at his back as he retreated. His broad shoulders narrowed into a slender waist and an ass that filled out his jeans just right.
And he’s still a werewolf.
After I set the alarm and locked the front door, I found him eyeing my car. “Don’t be coveting Dottie.” I arched a brow. “She’s not for sale.”
He laughed, and the smile was every bit as devastating as I’d suspected it might be. He had a dimple in one cheek and instantly went from a broody, hulking werewolf to an adorably hunky Scottish Highlander. Or maybe he was Irish. I didn’t really know anything about him. It didn’t matter where he was from. I was just grateful for the dim streetlights hiding my suddenly wobbly knees.
“I didn’t know there were still Datsuns on the road.”
I stopped beside him. “She’s a rare breed.”
“It’s got to be from the eighties, right?”
I studied him for a moment. “Are you a car guy? She’s a 1980 Datsun Bluebird.”
He shook his head slowly. “It’s a relic.”
“I thinkclassicis the word you’re looking for.” I walked past him and put the key into the driver’s side door. No key fob for this car. “Get in. I’ll give you a ride to the pub.”
He tipped his head slightly. “Are you sure?”
Was I? Before I could remind myself again that he was a werewolf, I nodded. “Yeah.” I got in and reached across to unlock the passenger door. No power locks, either.
Zeke got in, and I was suddenly very aware of how compact the interior of my forty-year-old economy car was. He looked over at me with his legs crunched up into his chest and smirked. “Mind if I put the seat back a little?”
“Go ahead.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Apparently my car wasn’t made for werewolves.”
He looked around and then at me. “It’s in mint condition. How is that possible?”
“Dottie is my passion project.” I buffed my nails on my shirt. “My mom gave her to me when I tuned sixteen, and Dad taught me how to keep Dottie running. I restored the interior and the gauges with help of YouTube videos a couple years ago.”
His eyebrows popped up. “You’re a witch, right? Can’t you just wave a wand or something?”
