blankets and furs as naked as the day he was born. Damn. What a gorgeous man he was. No, not a man. “ You’re a werewolf? ”
“I"m a wolf. An alpha wolf warrior of the Clan.”
“Oh, God.”
Glory didn"t know what direction Jill"s tent was in, but she was going away from here as fast as her hangover would allow. Naturally the first person she saw was Heather. The fake redhead with the boob job was staring with avid interest over Glory"s shoulder.
“Well, he doesn"t look too happy, does he?” Heather smirked. “When I leave a man in the morning you can bet he"s smiling.”
“Probably glad to see you go,” Glory muttered.
“Glory.” A massive arm hooked around her waist and hoisted her off her feet to plaster her back to Shadow"s front. “We weren"t done.”
It had been a couple hundred pounds ago that anyone had lifted her so easily. But being made to feel dainty was no reason to lose her outrage. She scowled over her shoulder. “ I’m done. Let me go, Neanderthal Man.”
“I didn"t get a good-morning kiss, sunshine.”
He flipped her in his arms, and just as she was opening her mouth to warn him about the nasty taste of her hangover, he kissed her. It was a quick hard kiss, and then he set her on her feet and smiled at her. Holy shit, he was still naked. And his interest was obvious.
“Clothes!” Glory waved both hands at him. “Go put some clothes on, Shadow!”
“Why?” Heather must have practiced that throaty laugh for her porn movies. It made Glory want to retch. “The view is just fine. Glory is evidently … not enough for you this morning. I know how to treat a man right. Let"s see what I can do for you.”
The look of outrage on Shadow"s face was almost comical. He moved back from
Heather"s reaching hand with uncanny speed. Glory could have kissed him when he said,
“You can do nothing for me. Why would I want a bag of bones when I have a woman right here?”
Maybe Glory would have hugged him right then and there if she hadn"t seen the blonde teenager from last night peeking around the side of a tent. Her blue eyes were round and wide, and taking in every bit of Shadow"s naked muscular body. Glory flapped her hands at Shadow again.
“Go get dressed,” she ordered him and went to Rose. “Don"t look,” she scolded. “It"s not polite.”
Rose grinned. “You sound like my mom.”
“Good grief.” She did sound like someone"s mom. With a hangover. Wait, she sounded like her mom! What a nightmare. “Let"s go find Jill.”
“The Grandmother? Why do you call her Jill?”
“Because that"s her name. We were best friends in high school. Move along, Blondie.”
The teenager sniffed. “My name is Rose. And did you really know that old woman back home? I mean … before?”
Glory sighed, her hangover returning with a vengeance. “Yeah. I just saw her last month, and she was only twenty-eight then. Hell, we texted each other just after the plane took off.
This is so crazy.”
“Yeah.”
The teen moved closer to Glory, looking nervously over her shoulder. Glory followed her gaze and saw a good-looking man in his early thirties smiling at them. No, smiling at Rose. And there was Jill, on the other side of that tent. Glory made a U-turn and headed for her. Rose followed.
“Glory,” said Jill, “Some of the men from Taye"s Pack are heading in, and they"ll be here in a couple hours. They"re bringing some of the injured plane people too.”
Glory groaned. “That"s good, right? But, look, I really need to shower and change clothes. And brush my teeth.”
Jill nodded. “We can do the tooth brushing and a shower at least. But we"ll need to hurry.”
A shower. Glory went with Jill and Rose to get her purse and soap and towels together, planning a luxurious shower of hot water and scented shower gel. The same area that was used as a bathroom had a smaller canvas cubicle close to it. Instead of a shower stall with warm water pouring from a massage shower-head she got a canvas
“I"m a wolf. An alpha wolf warrior of the Clan.”
“Oh, God.”
Glory didn"t know what direction Jill"s tent was in, but she was going away from here as fast as her hangover would allow. Naturally the first person she saw was Heather. The fake redhead with the boob job was staring with avid interest over Glory"s shoulder.
“Well, he doesn"t look too happy, does he?” Heather smirked. “When I leave a man in the morning you can bet he"s smiling.”
“Probably glad to see you go,” Glory muttered.
“Glory.” A massive arm hooked around her waist and hoisted her off her feet to plaster her back to Shadow"s front. “We weren"t done.”
It had been a couple hundred pounds ago that anyone had lifted her so easily. But being made to feel dainty was no reason to lose her outrage. She scowled over her shoulder. “ I’m done. Let me go, Neanderthal Man.”
“I didn"t get a good-morning kiss, sunshine.”
He flipped her in his arms, and just as she was opening her mouth to warn him about the nasty taste of her hangover, he kissed her. It was a quick hard kiss, and then he set her on her feet and smiled at her. Holy shit, he was still naked. And his interest was obvious.
“Clothes!” Glory waved both hands at him. “Go put some clothes on, Shadow!”
“Why?” Heather must have practiced that throaty laugh for her porn movies. It made Glory want to retch. “The view is just fine. Glory is evidently … not enough for you this morning. I know how to treat a man right. Let"s see what I can do for you.”
The look of outrage on Shadow"s face was almost comical. He moved back from
Heather"s reaching hand with uncanny speed. Glory could have kissed him when he said,
“You can do nothing for me. Why would I want a bag of bones when I have a woman right here?”
Maybe Glory would have hugged him right then and there if she hadn"t seen the blonde teenager from last night peeking around the side of a tent. Her blue eyes were round and wide, and taking in every bit of Shadow"s naked muscular body. Glory flapped her hands at Shadow again.
“Go get dressed,” she ordered him and went to Rose. “Don"t look,” she scolded. “It"s not polite.”
Rose grinned. “You sound like my mom.”
“Good grief.” She did sound like someone"s mom. With a hangover. Wait, she sounded like her mom! What a nightmare. “Let"s go find Jill.”
“The Grandmother? Why do you call her Jill?”
“Because that"s her name. We were best friends in high school. Move along, Blondie.”
The teenager sniffed. “My name is Rose. And did you really know that old woman back home? I mean … before?”
Glory sighed, her hangover returning with a vengeance. “Yeah. I just saw her last month, and she was only twenty-eight then. Hell, we texted each other just after the plane took off.
This is so crazy.”
“Yeah.”
The teen moved closer to Glory, looking nervously over her shoulder. Glory followed her gaze and saw a good-looking man in his early thirties smiling at them. No, smiling at Rose. And there was Jill, on the other side of that tent. Glory made a U-turn and headed for her. Rose followed.
“Glory,” said Jill, “Some of the men from Taye"s Pack are heading in, and they"ll be here in a couple hours. They"re bringing some of the injured plane people too.”
Glory groaned. “That"s good, right? But, look, I really need to shower and change clothes. And brush my teeth.”
Jill nodded. “We can do the tooth brushing and a shower at least. But we"ll need to hurry.”
A shower. Glory went with Jill and Rose to get her purse and soap and towels together, planning a luxurious shower of hot water and scented shower gel. The same area that was used as a bathroom had a smaller canvas cubicle close to it. Instead of a shower stall with warm water pouring from a massage shower-head she got a canvas
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