On the third go around, I whimpered.
I had no name to call out as I tumbled down from the peak. I settled for a needy whine, a summoning cry for an alpha that would lead to nothing.
I sank to the shower floor, trying to catch my breath.
Shit.
Maybe I should’ve gotten his name after all.
Chapter 4
Logan
Parker’s voice was in my head every time I worked on my motorcycle.They’re unsafe. Why would you take the risk?
Fun was never an answer Parker accepted, but my pack mate had mostly accepted he couldn’t get me to stop riding with statistics. I didn’t have a lot of connections to my old life besides the tattoos on my skin, but this bike was one of them. Nostalgia alone would’ve been enough for me to keep it in running condition.
I glanced up, seeing a pink-garbed goddess with sunlit golden hair and curves for days jogging up the sidewalk with a stroller in front of her. I fumbled my wrench, the sound of metal clattering against concrete startling me.
She slowed her pace, drinking from a water bottle tucked into the top of the stroller, and I instantly cursed the fact that I probably looked like I’d been rolling around in an engine.
I was absolutely staring, but just because I knew that didn’t mean I was capable of stopping. The second she got close, my mouth raced ahead of my brain. “Hey, mama.”
She paused, bright blue eyes snaring me into place as surely as the gaze of a lioness would if I were an antelope on the savanna.
“Are you new to the neighborhood?” I continued, trying to nudge things into the realm of normal conversation. “I haven’t seen you around before.”
“Not particularly new.”
Don’t stare at her lips. Or her legs…or the swell of her breasts practically spilling over the top of her sports bra.
I had to pull myself together fast, or she was going to think I was a total weirdo. “How old is the kiddo?”
She pulled back the sunshade, gazing down lovingly at the baby beneath it. “Four months. He’s cute as hell, right?”
I wasn’t really sure what the scale of baby cuteness was, but I could appreciate chubby cheeks. “Cutest I’ve seen for a while.”
“Good answer.” Her laugh was fucking adorable.
“Your pack isn’t out running with you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t have one of those.”
Be cool, Logan. Be. Fucking. Cool.
I shouldnothave been eyeballing this exquisite woman. I had no business getting involved with a single mother.
“No alpha at all? Am I gonna have to kick someone’s ass?” What kind of man got someone pregnant and didn’t stick around?
My chest puffed up with pride at earning myself another laugh.
“No ass-kicking needed. My little sapling has dads, they’re just not with me in any capacity.”
That only created more questions. How did the baby have a pack of fathers, but they weren’t with her? Unfortunately, the likelihood of her divulging that info to a stranger meant answers would be in short supply.
“How about some company on your jog?”
She eyed my attire—a stained T-shirt and the jeans I always wore when working on my bike. “Do you regularly jog in jeans?”
