Charmed By The Wolf. Kristal Hollis

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СКАЧАТЬ Things are beginning to grow again.” Tristan kept the strain out his voice. “By next summer it might be a nice place for a picnic.”

      Concern threaded through Gavin’s long sigh. “When you leave, come by my office. And I expect to see you sooner rather than later.” He ended the call, saving Tristan from the chipper lie that he was on his way.

      He tossed his phone on the dashboard and reached for his knee-length shorts.

      “Excuse me.” A soft, sweet feminine voice froze his movements.

      Damn!

      Not expecting anyone to be in the area, he’d forgotten to guard his blind side.

      Stiffly, Tristan made a quarter turn left. In front of the vehicle stood a woman wearing a thin-strapped summer dress with an unusual hem that was higher on the sides so that if she turned he’d get a glimpse of her thigh. And her hair, tied back with a blue ribbon, was the color of honey. He loved honey. Especially on biscuits.

      He felt a smile bud on his lips despite his mood and the unfortunate circumstance of being caught bare assed by a human female.

      “Sorry to bother you,” she continued, hesitantly, “but are you a sheriff’s deputy?”

      “I am,” he said politely, though it should’ve been obvious. His double-cab F-150 had red-and-blue emergency lights embedded in the grill. And the doors, one of which currently shielded the woman from the extent of his nudity, were detailed with the Maico Sheriff’s Department logo.

      “Great.” Relief lightened her worried expression. “I was down at the abandoned plantation house when you drove past, earlier.”

      “What were you doing there?” The dilapidated structure had been condemned for the better part of twenty years. Such a shame. The architectural design was amazing. Under different circumstances, Tristan would love to buy the old place and restore it, but the huge house was much too big for a single man.

      “Taking pictures and making some sketches. I thought it would be fun to paint.” Her gaze slowly traveled from his face all the way down to his bare feet. Thankfully, the open truck door shielded him midchest to the knees. Still, her whiskey-colored eyes rounded. “Oh!”

      The bottom of her dress flared and swirled as she quickly turned away, giving him the glimpse of the shapely thighs he’d so hoped to see.

      “Why are you naked?”

      A warning streaked through Tristan’s mind. When two of his friends had been caught naked by human females, they’d kept their natures secret and a whole lot of trouble followed. Now they were mated to those women.

      Tristan didn’t want to add to his troubles, nor did he want a mate. Truth was his best course of action. She wouldn’t believe him anyway.

      “I’m a wolfan. I was in the woods as a wolf and came back to the truck to turn human, but you interrupted me before I could get dressed.”

      “Ha, ha.” Her head shook with an indignant bob. “I walked all the way up here because I need help, not sarcasm.”

      “What kind of help?” Tristan pulled on his shorts and T-shirt.

      “My car won’t start and I can’t get cell service.” Without looking behind her, she waved her phone at him.

      He shoved his feet into his sneakers. “Get in.”

      She peeked over her shoulder before scurrying toward the passenger side of the truck. Tristan waited for her to climb inside and buckle her seat belt before he slid behind the wheel. In seconds, the truck cab filled with her scent. It was soft, feminine, with a touch of vanilla-like sweetness; she smelled utterly delicious.

      “What’s your name?”

      “Penelope Buchanan.”

      “Tristan Durrance, at your service.” Since she sat to his right, Tristan didn’t need to look directly at her to notice the nervous clench of her laced fingers resting on her lap. “Relax before you break your fingers. I promise, I don’t bite.”

      No sooner had the words left his lips than his tongue glided over his teeth, testing the sharpness of his canines.

      He forcibly relaxed his jaw. Never could he ever bite a female, especially during sex.

      If ever seriously tempted, he’d have all his teeth pulled immediately. He’d rather be a toothless wolfan than make the soul-crushing mistake of claiming a mate.

      * * *

      “It’s not you.” Flattening her moist palms against her thighs, Penelope looked straight ahead rather than at the man seated next to her. Tall, broad shouldered and blond. If that wasn’t striking enough, he had the sculptured face of a Greek god. Adonis incarnate. Just her luck.

      Incredibly shy, Penelope had a hard time initiating conversation with an average-looking guy. The one next to her would’ve left her speechless if she hadn’t made a promise to herself to break out of her comfort zone.

      “I don’t want an expensive car repair bill.” Not particularly clever conversation starter, but at least her voice didn’t squeak.

      “No one ever does.” Tristan cranked the engine and drove carefully along the pothole-riddled dirt road. “What brings you to Maico?”

      “There’s a new children’s program at the Walker’s Run Resort. I’ll be assisting with the arts-and-crafts workshops.” She gave Tristan a furtive glance. Though his gaze seemed focused on driving, she had the impression he knew every breath she took and when. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

      A few months ago, on her birthday, Penelope had realized that she was now the same age as her mother had been when she died. Not only did Penelope’s heart ache for the years lost between mother and daughter, but a new ache had sprung. Because of her untimely death, Penelope’s mother’s hopes and dreams were now unfulfilled.

      Unless she made changes, Penelope’s life would be no less tragic. After all, the only thing worse than a life ending too soon was a long life never lived.

      “The Walkers are good people. You’ll do fine working for them.”

      Amicable silence filled the space.

      “Can I ask you something?” Penelope studied his profile and silently sighed. He’d be a perfect model to sketch and paint.

      “Ask away.”

      “Why were you naked?” So very, very naked, though the open truck door kept her from seeing too much.

      “Checking for ticks. The woods are full of them.”

      “Oh, no!” Penelope inched her skirt up, turning her legs to look for possible hitchhikers.

      “I can check you.” Tristan flashed a daring smile along with a wink. “If it will make you feel better.”

      She wouldn’t say the thought of Tristan stripping her down and running his hands all over her body made her feel better about ticks or car repairs, but it certainly made her feel hot and incredibly СКАЧАТЬ