Werewolves in Love 3: Ready to Run by Kinsey Holley Page A

out of me.”
    “So all those guys are werewolves?”
    “Not all of them,” Lark said. “The big guy with the shaved head is human. So’s another one.”
    “And they play rugby with werewolves?”
    “Yes,” said Bryan, “because they’re lunatics.”
    “I like rugby players,” TJ said with a sigh. “They have great bodies and they love to get naked.”
    “They do? Like, in the game?” Sara asked.
    “Oh yeah. In the game, in the huddle—”
    “The scrum,” Lark corrected. “In rugby, the huddle is called the scrum.”
    “What do you know about rugby?” Taran asked, but Lark only smiled and took a ladylike sip of beer.
    “We’re over the rugby players now, people.” Bryan smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Hi, angel. How are you?”
    “I’m good. All the shopping wore me out.”
    “I’m not surprised. You got any money left?”
    “It wasn’t my money!” He loved how her eyes got so big and round when something surprised or impressed her. “Nick Wargman paid for everything!”
    “What?”
    “I told TJ I didn’t feel right letting him do it, but she said—”
    “I said shut up and shop.”
    “That’s what she always says,” said Lark.
    “Excuse me.” The new guy had a lovely, deep voice. “Sara, I don’t think they’re going to introduce us, so hi. I’m Taran, and this is Lark.”
    “Hi. TJ was telling me all about y’all.” She looked at Lark. “And she told me about your run-in with those wolves.”
    Lark nodded. “You and I are real lucky.”
    The three of them shook hands.
    “Nick financed a shopping trip for you and TJ?” Taran asked.
    TJ made a phfft sound. “For me? No. For her, yes. A welcome to Houston, sorry you got attacked by evil werewolves, maybe you can help the FBI with this whole thing gift. It’s not like he can’t afford it, and besides—she didn’t spend much.”
    “There’s dozens of bags at my place!”
    “Well, yeah, she got a lot of clothes, but she didn’t buy the really good stuff.”
    Sara made a face. “I can’t pay three hundred dollars for a cardigan. Just can’t do it.”
    “She looks great in Burberry,” TJ said sadly to Lark.
    “Ooh,” Lark murmured.
    Bryan rolled his eyes. “Enough with the chick stuff. Here, I got you something you actually need.”
    “What is it?”
    “Open it and find out.”
    So she did. “Oh my God! This is awesome!”
    “It’s a smartphone.”
    She slapped his arm. “Duh. I haven’t been living in a cave. I know what they are—I’ve just never been able to justify the expense.” Her cell phones had always been the cheapest models—it wasn’t like she had lots of people to call, never mind texting or getting on the Web.
    “You don’t need to justify this. It’s a gift. I added it to my plan.”
    “I have to at least pay the monthly bill!”
    “We can talk about it later. You really like it, huh?”
    “I love it. I gotta send an email to someone. TJ, what’s your address? Oh, this is so cool! ”
    She must’ve squeaked a bit too loud because he and Taran both winced a little, but he didn’t seem to mind when she threw her arms around his neck.
    He turned his head as she kissed his cheek. His mouth found hers. His was open, and though she didn’t normally French kiss guys in the middle of a bar, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to part her lips and welcome his tongue.
    A warm, limp, happy feeling gushed through her, all the way down to her toes. She sort of sagged into him. A part of her was appalled at this very public display. It was the part of her she’d meant to leave behind in Luxor, so she ignored it and gave herself up to the intoxication of his kiss. His tongue was cold from the beer he’d been drinking, and she loved the taste of it.
    His hand was warm and heavy on her knee. As he ran it up her thigh, his thumb tracing the inner seam higher and higher, his fingers bumped into one of the rips on her new jeans. She started to giggle, and after a