A Girl and Her Wolf (Howl, #7) by Jody Morse, Jayme Morse
Authors: Jody Morse, Jayme Morse
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growled because he was being defensive of a girl who he didn’t even have the guts to ask out and who, most likely, wasn’t even his mate.
To his astonishment, though, Emma giggled loudly—and not in the mean way she’d always giggled at him when she made fun of him. “You’re funny,” she said. “And no, we didn’t break up because of anything like that . There would have been hell to pay if he hurt me physically,” she reassured him. “Normally I don’t air my dirty break up laundry, but . . .” She trailed off, turning to face him to give him her undivided attention.
Lowering her voice so that no one else would hear, she told him, “He was just so boring. Our whole relationship was just so lame. We always did the same things. Every Friday and Saturday night, we would go to his family’s pizza restaurant and then we’d go to the movies. He wouldn’t even wrap his arm around me. He just wasn’t romantic at all.” With a sigh, she asked, “Why can’t I ever find a guy like the ones in a Nicholas Sparks movie?”
Colby was no stranger to Nicholas Sparks’s movies. In fact, even though the rest of the guys in his pack didn’t know it, he owned every single one. It had been a long time since he’d watched any of them, though. Forcing a smile to Emma, he made a mental note to go through his collection later.
*
Just as he flipped the page, eager to read more, he suddenly felt sleepy. He struggled to read the words on the page, but before he could get through the first line, his eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 14: Emma
When she got home from her walk, Emma found Colby lying in bed with her diary splayed open on his chest. His eyes were closed, and he was snoring softly.
Davenport was sleeping just as soundly in the crib next to him.
She smiled at how peaceful the two of them looked. She walked over to Colby and picked up her diary. She was going to lay it down on the nightstand, but then she realized that she wasn’t even slightly tired yet. Curious to see what he’d been reading, she took her own diary out into the living room to see where he’d left off.
Dear Diary,
I think I met someone. This person—whose name I’m still not ready to tell you yet—is unlike anyone I’ve ever liked before. He’s cute, gentle, and caring. I still don’t know him that well, though. In fact, we’re just starting to get to know each other.
Emma thought back to when she’d first told Colby that she had a crush.
*
“Emma! You came!” Colby said, smiling at her brightly. Aside from him, the art studio was empty. The teacher wasn’t even there yet.
“Of course I came. It was free,” Emma replied with an eye roll. She glanced around the classroom, which was so much bigger than the dinky room in the basement that their art class was held in at the high school. The room was lined with sinks and cabinets, and there were windows that gave them a beautiful view of the field outside. It was really perfect.
“So, we’re both a little early,” Colby said. “Class technically doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Do you want to take a walk outside?”
Emma eyed the green grass outside, which was probably still wet with dew, and the morning sun, which shone brightly. “Yeah, a walk sounds good,” she agreed, turning back to him with a smile.
He led her out the back door of the art studio and outside. “My Dad and I used to come here when I was little,” he said, motioning to the field. “It’s where he first taught me how to play soccer.”
“Aww.” Hesitantly, Emma told him, “I never really knew my dad. Actually, I never really knew my stepdad, either. He always ignored me, for the most part. I was just an accessory to his perfect life with my mom.” That was how Emma had always thought of the relationship she had with her stepfather; she was an accessory, someone who just happened to be part of the package when it came to
To his astonishment, though, Emma giggled loudly—and not in the mean way she’d always giggled at him when she made fun of him. “You’re funny,” she said. “And no, we didn’t break up because of anything like that . There would have been hell to pay if he hurt me physically,” she reassured him. “Normally I don’t air my dirty break up laundry, but . . .” She trailed off, turning to face him to give him her undivided attention.
Lowering her voice so that no one else would hear, she told him, “He was just so boring. Our whole relationship was just so lame. We always did the same things. Every Friday and Saturday night, we would go to his family’s pizza restaurant and then we’d go to the movies. He wouldn’t even wrap his arm around me. He just wasn’t romantic at all.” With a sigh, she asked, “Why can’t I ever find a guy like the ones in a Nicholas Sparks movie?”
Colby was no stranger to Nicholas Sparks’s movies. In fact, even though the rest of the guys in his pack didn’t know it, he owned every single one. It had been a long time since he’d watched any of them, though. Forcing a smile to Emma, he made a mental note to go through his collection later.
*
Just as he flipped the page, eager to read more, he suddenly felt sleepy. He struggled to read the words on the page, but before he could get through the first line, his eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 14: Emma
When she got home from her walk, Emma found Colby lying in bed with her diary splayed open on his chest. His eyes were closed, and he was snoring softly.
Davenport was sleeping just as soundly in the crib next to him.
She smiled at how peaceful the two of them looked. She walked over to Colby and picked up her diary. She was going to lay it down on the nightstand, but then she realized that she wasn’t even slightly tired yet. Curious to see what he’d been reading, she took her own diary out into the living room to see where he’d left off.
Dear Diary,
I think I met someone. This person—whose name I’m still not ready to tell you yet—is unlike anyone I’ve ever liked before. He’s cute, gentle, and caring. I still don’t know him that well, though. In fact, we’re just starting to get to know each other.
Emma thought back to when she’d first told Colby that she had a crush.
*
“Emma! You came!” Colby said, smiling at her brightly. Aside from him, the art studio was empty. The teacher wasn’t even there yet.
“Of course I came. It was free,” Emma replied with an eye roll. She glanced around the classroom, which was so much bigger than the dinky room in the basement that their art class was held in at the high school. The room was lined with sinks and cabinets, and there were windows that gave them a beautiful view of the field outside. It was really perfect.
“So, we’re both a little early,” Colby said. “Class technically doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Do you want to take a walk outside?”
Emma eyed the green grass outside, which was probably still wet with dew, and the morning sun, which shone brightly. “Yeah, a walk sounds good,” she agreed, turning back to him with a smile.
He led her out the back door of the art studio and outside. “My Dad and I used to come here when I was little,” he said, motioning to the field. “It’s where he first taught me how to play soccer.”
“Aww.” Hesitantly, Emma told him, “I never really knew my dad. Actually, I never really knew my stepdad, either. He always ignored me, for the most part. I was just an accessory to his perfect life with my mom.” That was how Emma had always thought of the relationship she had with her stepfather; she was an accessory, someone who just happened to be part of the package when it came to
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