framed a thin, long face. Her nose was just as long and narrow, but turned up just a bit at the end. That nose defied an otherwise regal, almost aloof natural expression. With the sun behind her he couldn’t tell the color of her eyes. But he saw her gaze tighten and sensed her cautious nature when she straightened from her task and tugged at her T-shirt.
As he approached he saw it was a Redwood National Park T-shirt, and the picture of the trees on her shirt stretched over perfectly shaped full, round breasts. She was slender, not tall, with thin legs. Her skinny jeans showed off just how nice those legs probably were. In fact, the entire package would rate right up there as mouthwatering.
Wolf could interrogate anyone through the guise of light conversation, but taking a minute to chat with a beautiful woman made the job all that more enjoyable. As he neared the woman he saw dark blue eyes studying him. They were so dark blue they were almost lavender.
God, a man could lose himself in those eyes. She moistened her lips, and they parted, full, naturally red lips on a small, round mouth. A man would give up more than his heart to this woman; he would lose his soul, then thank her for taking it.
At least another man might. Not Wolf. Not ever again. Four years of happiness didn’t compensate for the pain that had ripped out his heart. In one night, one hour, his world had been destroyed. Wolf had rushed home, because that was all the time he had to spare, just for a romantic weekend, only to be given the dump. He should have driven on to his next job. Although, as he’d been informed when he’d mentioned that during the heat of an argument, he would have received it all in a letter.
Four years ended in a fucking letter. The twit!
Rebecca had told him the hours he’d spent on the phone with her every night while out on a hunt, the flowers he would have had sent to her when he ended up being on the road longer than originally thought, or even boxes of Godiva chocolate, her favorite, he would special-order online and have delivered to her office weren’t enough. Rebecca didn’t want a ghost for a boyfriend. She’d dumped him five minutes after he’d arrived home on that treacherous night over a year ago, her suitcases in hand. The next day she’d sent movers to his home and damn near emptied it out, claiming all furniture they’d bought together during their time together. Since he’d hit the road again early that next morning, wanting to be anywhere but in his house with no Rebecca, he hadn’t found out about the furniture until seeing the charge for the movers when he’d looked at his account online. She had used his credit card to clean his house out of all of the furniture bought with his money during the years they were together.
“Are you lost?” the woman in the alley asked, her tone brittle with sarcasm. Those dark blue eyes were radiant from the sun light. And so large, almost catlike. She was short, but something about her suggested she had no problem with her height or taking on the world or anyone else who might challenge her alley.
“In this town? Hardly,” Wolf retorted, and noticed an adorable spray of freckles over her nose. Spitfire, he decided, and thought fueling that fire might help bridge him into conversation. There was a lot to learn in a little bantering. “You, on the other hand, either seem confused on how to use a box or are taking out your anger on an inanimate object when you should just punch the asshole in the face.”
The woman straightened, ran her hands down the sides of her T-shirt and jeans. She stared at him. For a long moment, she didn’t smile, blush, or tell him to go to hell. Finally, she moved a tight little brown curl away from her forehead.
“I think I’ll punch the asshole in the face.” She still didn’t smile. “You aren’t by any chance a lawyer, are you?”
“No, I’m afraid not. Why? Need a divorce?”
When she shook her head, the curl plopped
As he approached he saw it was a Redwood National Park T-shirt, and the picture of the trees on her shirt stretched over perfectly shaped full, round breasts. She was slender, not tall, with thin legs. Her skinny jeans showed off just how nice those legs probably were. In fact, the entire package would rate right up there as mouthwatering.
Wolf could interrogate anyone through the guise of light conversation, but taking a minute to chat with a beautiful woman made the job all that more enjoyable. As he neared the woman he saw dark blue eyes studying him. They were so dark blue they were almost lavender.
God, a man could lose himself in those eyes. She moistened her lips, and they parted, full, naturally red lips on a small, round mouth. A man would give up more than his heart to this woman; he would lose his soul, then thank her for taking it.
At least another man might. Not Wolf. Not ever again. Four years of happiness didn’t compensate for the pain that had ripped out his heart. In one night, one hour, his world had been destroyed. Wolf had rushed home, because that was all the time he had to spare, just for a romantic weekend, only to be given the dump. He should have driven on to his next job. Although, as he’d been informed when he’d mentioned that during the heat of an argument, he would have received it all in a letter.
Four years ended in a fucking letter. The twit!
Rebecca had told him the hours he’d spent on the phone with her every night while out on a hunt, the flowers he would have had sent to her when he ended up being on the road longer than originally thought, or even boxes of Godiva chocolate, her favorite, he would special-order online and have delivered to her office weren’t enough. Rebecca didn’t want a ghost for a boyfriend. She’d dumped him five minutes after he’d arrived home on that treacherous night over a year ago, her suitcases in hand. The next day she’d sent movers to his home and damn near emptied it out, claiming all furniture they’d bought together during their time together. Since he’d hit the road again early that next morning, wanting to be anywhere but in his house with no Rebecca, he hadn’t found out about the furniture until seeing the charge for the movers when he’d looked at his account online. She had used his credit card to clean his house out of all of the furniture bought with his money during the years they were together.
“Are you lost?” the woman in the alley asked, her tone brittle with sarcasm. Those dark blue eyes were radiant from the sun light. And so large, almost catlike. She was short, but something about her suggested she had no problem with her height or taking on the world or anyone else who might challenge her alley.
“In this town? Hardly,” Wolf retorted, and noticed an adorable spray of freckles over her nose. Spitfire, he decided, and thought fueling that fire might help bridge him into conversation. There was a lot to learn in a little bantering. “You, on the other hand, either seem confused on how to use a box or are taking out your anger on an inanimate object when you should just punch the asshole in the face.”
The woman straightened, ran her hands down the sides of her T-shirt and jeans. She stared at him. For a long moment, she didn’t smile, blush, or tell him to go to hell. Finally, she moved a tight little brown curl away from her forehead.
“I think I’ll punch the asshole in the face.” She still didn’t smile. “You aren’t by any chance a lawyer, are you?”
“No, I’m afraid not. Why? Need a divorce?”
When she shook her head, the curl plopped
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