had given him. Having a wardrobe rethink. I feel like a teenage boy. You should get here soon so you can save me from myself. LabLupus.
He laughed partially under his breath. “Oh, how the mighty alpha male has fallen.”
He was about to text more when he sensed something. At first, he wasn’t sure what it was, only that it commanded his attention, drawing it from his text in the other direction. It took James several long seconds to realize what it was he was sensing.
A woman.
Not just any woman either.
One he had to see like he had to draw in air.
Breathe , he told himself, and then finally listened and did just that.
His entire body strummed with the feel of her approaching. His hands tingled and he lifted them, looking down at them, wondering what in the hell was going on. Every fiber of his being seemed to come to life, his gaze moving slowly towards the end of the street. There, across the way, was the young woman from his vision. Her long dark hair with purple streaks was pulled into a high ponytail. Her chocolate gaze was mesmerizing. She looked down at a phone in her hand.
His wolf, who had been missing in action for months, picked then to prickle to life, waking slowly. He felt it nosing around within him, wondering what this new curiosity was.
Was it food?
No, he and the wolf found a quick understanding. The woman was not prey.
Far from it.
The wolf pushed up more, wanting free, wanting to investigate the woman. James gasped and touched his chest, the biting pain in his leg lessening somewhat as he stared, totally enamored, with the female across the street from him.
She smiled and James nearly lost his footing. When she laughed at whatever it was she was reading on her cell phone, James’s cock hardened. This was not the time or place for that.
She’s in danger.
He’d sensed it and seen it for himself in his vision. His cock didn’t seem to compute the severity of the situation because it hardened more. It wanted in the woman and the wolf was in total agreement with his cock.
Ganging up on me. Great.
The woman, decked out in dark attire, was not what he’d normally find attractive. He tended to like his women refined, dressed in high-end clothing, and to have an air of elegance about them.
However she’s dressed and whatever her hair looks like, she will be beautiful.
Guilt crept over him as he thought about Laney and the fact that he was meeting her soon. He’d established a deep connection with her and here he was panting over a stranger.
This wasn’t like him.
He didn’t collect women. He wasn’t Striker or Boomer. For fuck’s sake, he’d had one serious relationship in his life. Elsbeth had been a shifter as well and her death had shaken him greatly. He’d known she wasn’t his mate, that they could never truly be bonded. Yet, he’d been loyal to her even far beyond her passing.
He couldn’t help but look back at the girl from his vision. He was drawn to her in a way he’d never been drawn to Elsbeth. The only other woman he’d experienced anything similar with was Laney. Their conversations were like drugs to him—he couldn’t kick the habit.
He didn’t even want to.
The woman from his vision approached the coffee shop he was to meet Laney at and then entered. When she was just inside the door he saw her texting.
His cell phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket. He read the — Unless you’re in a clown suit, I’m guessing you’re perfect. If you are, in fact, in a clown suit, I might bail. They freak me out.
James looked from his phone to the woman who had just entered the coffee shop. The woman who was on her phone, smiling. It couldn’t be.
No.
He dialed her number, needing to know. The phone rang and James watched, a rush of adrenaline spiking through him, as the woman in the shop with the purple streaks in her hair lifted her phone, putting it to her ear.
“Hey, sexy, which one are you? I’m in here, and don’t take this the wrong way,
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