A werewolf was way too common for this looney tune.
“I must say, you’re taking all this in your stride,” he said, his expression filled with something that looked a lot like respect or admiration. “Most women would have run away screaming by now.”
“I’m still considering it.”
He threw his head back and laughed, and Ray hated the immediate effect the sound had on her body. She felt a tingling in the pit of her stomach and that warm, pleasant feeling made her shudder with revulsion. Why was her body betraying her this way? She was as crazy as he was. She had to be.
“What’syourname?” he asked.
She very nearly rolled her eyes, then remembered at the last moment that she was supposed to be playing along with him.
“Soraya,” she said. “But everyone calls me Ray.”
“Soraya. Wow, it’s so beautiful,” he said. “And Ray—like a ray of sunshine.”
Like she hadn’t heard that one before. Okay, so itmighthave sounded better when he said it, but she wasn’t going to think about that. Or the lips that had said it. Or the mouth they were set into. And definitely not the smoldering eyes that mouth was set below.
God dammit!
He opened his mouth to say something else, then broke off and cocked his head to the side, his gaze on the wall. It reminded her of how an animal looked when they were listening to something. But Ray hadn’t heard a thing. Sloane jumped to his feet.
“Stay here and don’t move,” he said hastily. “And don’t say a word.”
Oh, shit.
She didn’t like the sound of that.
Not that she’d likedanythingthat had come out of his mouth so far. But this? Yeah, shereallydidn’t like this.
