The Werewolf Wears Prada (Entangled Covet) (San Francisco Wolf Pack) by Kristin Miller Page B

miracle he’s able to function as well as he does. Through everything, the man’s got heart.”
    He had heat , raw and scorching; that much was undeniable. But his heart was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever reach. He’d built up too many walls, and was too intent on keeping people out.
    Gabriel turned on the windshield wipers as mist rolled through the city. There was a full moon tonight, not that she could see it through the cloud cover.
    “He’s probably the most generous soul I’ve ever come across in my two hundred and fif—” He choked, and then slammed his hands over the steering wheel, “—I’m sorry, I lost it there for a second.”
    “Are you okay?”
    He nodded, swallowing hard. He suddenly looked clammy, his caramel skin covered in a sheen of sweat. “What I meant to say was he’s the most generous soul I’ve met in my whole life.”
    “Really?” she asked. “You don’t think that’s a front?”
    “It’s not a front.” His voice was stern. “He’s also fiercely loyal.”
    Her lips quirked in disbelief. He dated women left and right. If he were loyal, wouldn’t he be in a deep, committed relationship with one woman? “I don’t know about the last part. His track record in the relationship department certainly doesn’t show it.”
    “Maybe he simply hasn’t found the right woman, yet.”
    As Melina wondered what kind of woman Hayden was looking for—if not brilliant and beautiful like the models he dated each month—Gabriel made a sharp U-turn and pulled up to the curb.
    “We’re here.”

Chapter Twelve
    A red carpet had been laid out, stretching up the steps to the aquarium, and at the sidewalk’s end, two valets in tuxedos waited to park his car. They held umbrellas, protecting the event-goers from the rain. Gabriel and Melina exited in style, and strolled into the building. It wasn’t the Silverlights, with paparazzi shooting pictures left and right, but it was classy nonetheless.
    She admired the decorations, the flowers and candles, and tiny white lights as they entered and were immediately surrounded by groups of gossiping socialites. People milled about, drinking champagne, gabbing and laughing, and when they laid eyes on her, their gaze immediately shot to the pile of hair on the top of her head; they either didn’t understand high fashion or were silently admiring her choice.
    “Why don’t we grab our seats,” Gabriel said, brushing his hand against her elbow. “They’ll be this way.”
    His touch was gentle and guiding, without being overbearing. What a change from the first few times she’d been in Hayden’s company. Hayden gave off a possessive vibe, heady and intense, while Gabriel’s mojo was calm and posed. She doubted anything could rile him up. The two men were oil and water. Open versus secretive. Suave versus cocky. Complete opposites.
    She let him lead her through the foyer, to the main floor of the aquarium. Signs hung overhead, indicating the sharks, jellyfish, and rays were to the right, and coral reefs were to the left. In the center of the room though, tables and chairs covered with powder-blue linens dominated the space. Soft streams of blue and white light danced over the walls and floor, giving the feel that the entire room was underwater.
    It was wicked cool.
    “We’re over there,” he said, leading her to a table near the front. A woman’s bag had already been placed on one setting, and the one next to it had a tuxedo coat draped over the chair.
    Must’ve been reserved by Hayden and his bimbo date.
    Loyal.
    She scoffed silently and swallowed down her bitterness. What she really needed was a drink to wash it down. Where was the bar? There . In the corner.
    “Can I get you something to drink?” Gabriel asked, as if he’d read her mind.
    Was he always such a gentleman?
    “Sure, could you get me a—”
    “Lemon Drop?” a deep voice muttered behind her.
    She turned around, nearly bumping into the sweet and sour drink extended