Seal Wolf Hunting (9781402293832) by Terry Spear Page B

any further than just swimming in the lake with them, called us teases. Dusty yanked off my necklace—pulled it over my head, so I don’t think he broke it—and just tossed it in the lake. He said that we thought we were too good for them because both our families owned second homes—our cabin on the lake and the Rappaports’ place in the mountains. Plus, Rose and I have our own businesses.”
    â€œWhile they’re just ranch hands and don’t possess anything of their own, I take it.”
    â€œRight. Though we thought they were fine before that. It doesn’t matter that they’re wolves. We weren’t interested in anything permanent with them. But it is nice to go out with a male wolf sometimes as opposed to a human. Let our hair down, so to speak. Talk about wolf stuff. When Dusty grabbed my arm, I seized his balls and squeezed hard.”
    She swore Paul looked a little pained just thinking about that happening to another guy.
    â€œThen he and his brother took off, and we hadn’t seen either of them again until last night at the auction. Anyway, Rose and I tried to locate the necklace, but we couldn’t find it, despite how clear the water is. It’s just too deep.”
    â€œI’ll look for it, but I need to get my scuba gear. I still think there are possible packs you could enjoy being around. Like Hunter’s. They’re good people. When Allan and I are gone on missions, you’d have someone in a wolf pack to call on if you needed help.”
    She let out her breath in exasperation. “I won’t tell the two of you that you need to settle down here so we can be a viable wolf pack, and you shouldn’t tell me that we should leave and find a pack to live with. Besides, maybe some lone wolf will be the right one for me, and he would help us make this more of a cohesive mate-run pack.”
    Paul shook his head. “Lone wolves don’t like to start packs.”
    â€œSome do.” Not that she knew of any personally, but she was certain there would be cases somewhere. With real wolves there were.
    â€œEmma would surely scare them off anyway.” Paul sounded glad her grandma was watching out for Rose and Lori’s welfare.
    Lori tried not to be annoyed again that he was suggesting they leave their home here and join another wolf pack.

Chapter 8
    Paul and Lori spent all day painting, cleaning, and putting everything back in place. They shared lunch and dinner, watched the sunset again, and took a shorter wolf run into the woods just to stretch their legs. He could really get used to this routine—working with Lori, sharing meals, running with her, and watching the sunset.
    When it was time to retire for the night, Lori made a beeline for her bedroom as if she was afraid he’d want something more and she couldn’t handle it.
    He sighed and went to bed, thinking about how much he’d like to have her in his bed or be sleeping with her. He’d thought about it a lot lately. More so than usual. He guessed she wasn’t thinking along the same lines as he was.
    No matter how much he tried to sleep, he couldn’t help thinking of her in the next bedroom and how much he’d love to be cuddling with her.
    The next morning, Paul assumed he was up before Lori because he didn’t hear her in the kitchen making coffee. Naked, he left the bedroom, shifted, and noted she wasn’t around. Her bedroom door was still closed, and everything was quiet in there. He headed for the wolf door. Not only was it natural for a wolf or lupus garou to scent-mark their territory, but it also was essential to ensure that other wolves didn’t encroach—in this case, on Lori and Emma’s cabin and the surrounding area.
    If the women had lived in town? Or like Emma and Catherine, with homes surrounded by a lot of land, some for grazing and some for cultivating fields, they wouldn’t need to scent-mark. Even though Emma and