Sold To The Werewolf: A Wolf Shifter Biker Romantic Suspense by Summer Cooper

around it. It was peaceful and homey, just what she’d like.
    He took a deep breath and walked up on her porch. He knocked when he couldn’t spot a doorbell and waited, his hands clenched in front of him as he waited. Would she order him off the property? Scream and throw the door shut?
    He didn’t have to wait long before he heard her footsteps moving through the house and a chain and lock being removed. At least she was smart enough to keep the doors locked he thought just before the door opened and she gasped.
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    J ane kind of suspected who was knocking at her door but told her pulse to slow down. Maybe it was the owner of the rental property, or that nice lady that worked at the restaurant. Sometimes she brought pies around for Charlie. But her gut told her it was too late for any of them to be coming round, and her pulse told her it was Zare. Her body knew, even if her mind refused to accept it.
    She saw his eyes widen as she opened the door, taking in her lightened hair, now a soft brown, and the change in clothing style. Jane was normally a cheap PJs when at home kind of girl, or a casual but business-like attire when going out. She’d worn cheap clothes at the bar but now she wore silk pajamas and her hair was different. His eyes widened as his gaze fell to her stomach and he looked up at her.
    “You’re pregnant?” He whispered as if awestruck.
    Her hand went to her stomach and she gasped. “How did you know?”
    “We’re connected now, and I’ll always be able to sense where my children are, the same as you’ll be able to. May I come in?” He asked, needing to sit down. He was going to be a father.
    She hesitated, afraid of the baggage Zare brought with him but there was something different in his eyes, something soft. Perhaps it was only the child that softened his gaze but when his eyes sent her a pleading glance she gave in. Opening the door she stepped back and held her arm out.
    “Would you like something to drink?” She asked politely, wanting to giggle at how very perfunctory she sounded. This was her husband and she was treating him like a guest.
    “Coffee if you have it. It’s been a long day.” He said as he took a seat on a stool in the kitchen. He was sitting at the island, watching her make coffee in the kitchen of the old farmhouse.
    “I suppose it was if you came here all the way from Louisiana after that interview. What brings you out here?” She stamped down on her need to have him say he wanted her to come home. She hadn’t run all this way just to go all wimpy on herself now. She’d run for a reason.
    “I need you to hide. I know that’s why you’re here but I found you the moment you stopped and settled down. Anybody else that’s looking can do that too.”
    “How?” She demanded to know. She could have sworn there was no way to find her. Even the electric was in the property owner’s name!
    “Charlie’s game console account. It was that simple.” Granted not everyone would think to look for her that way but it showed how it was next to impossible to hide in today’s world.
    “Wow. I didn’t even think of that. So we’re in danger again? Did you bring it with you this time as well?” She knew the words stung but she couldn’t stop herself from saying them to him. She was glad Charlie was in bed now and wasn’t here to see Zare. He loved Zare and had asked when they were going home every day since they’d left.
    Jane tried to make the boy understand it was just too dangerous but he knew Jane loved Zare, he loved Zare, and Zare loved them. Isn’t that all that mattered? Jane hadn’t been able to answer that and had changed the subject.
    “I hope I haven’t brought it with me this time.” Zare said, bringing her back to the present. And I know where to hide you this time.”
    “And where’s that? Have you got us seats on the International Space Station?” Jane’s raised eyebrow was a challenge from across the island.
    “Not quite, no. Maison de