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“Hmm. Yeah, Nova makes everyone feel a little dumb. But that’s usually because she looks like a supermodel and has a brain like Einstein,” Martina replied easily.
I detected no jealousy, or snark like I did whenever my siblings got to chatting about each other. I came from a large family. Four sisters and a brother. In fact, I was pretty sure the Harbor girls were in Tim’s class in grade school.
“She was definitely smart,” I said, wanting to keep the conversation going.
“And pretty. I mean, her eyes alone have been known to stop traffic,” Martina said.
Was she fishing? I inhaled and tried to determine what she was angling for, but she was concealing something from me, and it made my nose less reliable than usual. Hmm. That was odd.
“Blue eyes, right? Yeah, I remember. I’m partial to purple, myself,” I said in a low voice.
Take that,I thought with a tiny grin. I didn’t want her getting too comfortable now. Best to keep her on her toes. Her breath caught in her throat, and I pulled to a stop at a red light. Two more minutes till we’d pull up at her door. I turned my head towards her.
“Shouldn’t you be looking at the road?”
“Hard to look at anything else with you sitting here.”
“Yeah, right,” she said and snorted.
Oh, my God. She actually snorted. Fuck. She was cute.
“I’m serious. Look at you, Martina Harbor, sitting in my truck all grown up.”
“What are you talking about? Like you ever wanted me in your truck.”
“I did. But I was shy?—”
“Okay, I call bullshit.”
“Yeah, you do that for a living, right?”
“Excuse me?”
“Isn’t that what it means to be a lawyer? Calling bullshit,” I asked, enjoying the fact I surprised her.
“Okay. You know who I am and what I do. What else do you think you know about me, Mitch?” she asked, and I could see her moving back, calculations forming in her brain.
She was an overthinker. Probably had something to do with trust issues. I understood that, not from personal experience, but because I was a thirty-three-year-old man and I didn’t live under a fucking rock. Besides, like my mom always said, anything worth having was worth waiting for and I could be patient.
I was a Wolf, after all. An apex predator. A natural born hunter, and hunters needed to have an unlimited supply of patience to catch their prey. Not that I thought of Marti as prey—okay, yeah, maybe some small part of me did. But only in aI wanna get to know you better kind of waynot thehey, bunny get in my bellyway.
“What else do I know about you? Well, I know I like what I see so far. And I know I want to get to know more about you,” I said.
“Is that so?” she asked, one eyebrow quirked up.
She was shivering again, and I wanted to warm her up. In fact, I was desperate to. My growl started slowly, building up inside my chest, and filling the whole damn cab of my truck. Desire and need raced through my veins, and I was hypnotized by her, drowning in the crystalline violet pools of her eyes.
“Oh, yeah,” I replied.
A horn honked behind us, breaking the mood. It was all I could do not to leap out of the car and beat that fucker with his steering wheel. I should have kissed her already, but she was skittish, and I wanted more than a stolen moment.
“So, you still playing basketball?”
“Ha! So, you do remember me? Okay,” I replied, grinning in earnest now.
There was simply no stopping it. I liked this woman. I was interested. And I was not afraid to let it show.
“Hardly,” she muttered, but it was too late for take backs.
