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While in wolf form, he’d done nothing but spend time outside. The sanctuary had a small area with wooden shelters for the wolves, but he hadn’t seen many of the wolves use them. Maybe when the weather got worse they would, but this summer had been gorgeous so far, and sleeping out in the open had been the norm.
For the other wolves anyway.
Reardon spent most of his nights curled up on the floor of Brandy’s room. He’d known that was a special privilege, especially because he was the newest wolf in the sanctuary, but he’d earned his place there by defending her against Hank Swift. While he hated that the man had scared her—touched her—he didn’t mind the way she sought safety from his wolf.
Could she seek things from his human too? Gods, he hoped so. He was definitely willing to give her whatever she might need or want.
Soft footsteps sounded behind him, and he turned away from the fire to find Brandy standing there with a glass held out to him. Ice clinked as he took the glass from her.
“What should we drink to?” she asked, her own glass held aloft.
“Whatever the lass wishes.” He took a step closer.
Her tongue came out to wet her lips, and Reardon had to keep himself from tasting her instead of the whiskey.
“To heroes who save the day.” She angled her glass at him.
“I’m hardly a hero.” If she only knew what he’d done to his men. How Flidae had banished him. How he’d lived the life of a savage.
She shook her head. “You said we could drink to ‘whatever the lass wishes.’ I wish to drink to you, Reardon.”
He tapped his glass to hers then they each tossed the whiskey back in one gulp. It burned the back of his throat exactly as it was supposed to then heated his chest in a warm, spreading wave.
Brandy held her hand out for his glass. She set both of them down on a small, iron table.
“Listen.” Her voice was soft, tentative, a little raspy from the whiskey. “I don’t know much about you, Reardon, but what I do know, I like. A lot.”
But youdoknow me.He wanted to tell her that so badly.
Reardon put his hand to his chest. “You honor me, fairy lass. I’ve had a very enjoyable evening.”
She smiled, a glint of confidence shining in her eyes now. “Parker’s steaks are pretty amazing, aren’t they?”
“I wasn’t referring to the steaks.” He took another step closer. Close enough that he could reach out and touch her. If he wanted to.
And he wanted to.
“The wine you brought had a fine taste.” Brandy took his hand—the one without the unnecessary bandage—and walked backward so she still faced him. She tugged him toward the house.
“I wasn’t referring to the wine either.” Reardon took her other hand and allowed her to pull him into the kitchen.
“Hmm. The brownies? Dylan’s hero worship of you? Meredith’s jokes? Chella’s… sandals?” Her smile was full on now, amusement reflecting in her wide, blue eyes.
“No, no, no, and definitely no.” Reardon backed Brandy up against the wall between the kitchen and dining room.
She slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, a wicked little gleam in her eyes heating him all over. “Then what has made your evening so enjoyable?”
Reardon put his hands on her waist. Slowly, he leaned in close enough to put his lips to her ear. “You, lass. I’ve enjoyed you.”
“You haven’t yet.”
She rose to her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Sparks exploded in his body and a low growl of possession rumbled in his throat.
Whether she knew it or not, Brandy Wendon had become his with that kiss.
Chapter Ten
Who was this seductress and what had she done with Dr. Brandy Wendon? How had she gotten herself in a liplock with an almost complete stranger?
