That made me curious about him… but I’d never been the kind of woman who hoped to find a broken guy to fix.
I wanted someone who had already fixed himself.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers, though, and I was most definitely at the point of begging. If fate wanted to give me the hot blond guy, I’d make it work somehow.
Making it work was far preferable to the alternative.
Ethan held my gaze.
I gave it a few seconds, to see if the strange werewolf mating magic had a delay or something.
One…
Two…
Three…
Yeah, that was a no.
My heart sank. Just a little.
I bit my lip.
One more chance. That was all I had.
I looked at the guy next to Ethan. According to Emmy, the two men’s personalities were extremely different. Their looks confirmed it. Both men were verifiable giants compared to human guys, but other than that, they were quite different.
Ethan was clean-shaven, wearing nice jeans and a t-shirt, and had put on a fake smile.
Connor’s chin was scruffy. His wavy brown hair was at least six inches longer than my straight, collarbone-length blonde strands, and while mine hung smoothly, his was tied up in a wild bun on top of his head.
He looked insanely relaxed in his chair, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts. I couldn’t even imagine being that comfortable.
It would probably feel amazing.
Ethan said something, and Connor’s head turned toward me.
My last chance had arrived.
Please let this work.
His eyes met mine, and I felt something. I had no words to describe the sensation.
His eyes went red.
His lips moved.
It had worked.
Holy fuck, it had actually worked.
For a moment, I was overwhelmed with excitement.
It faded quickly, though. Because the next part of my plan sucked. It sucked really, extraordinarily badly.
Now or never.
Vaguely, I heard familiar voices say something. Connor’s mouth wasn’t moving, though, and he hadn’t shifted yet. So whoever was talking wasn’t my priority.
