“Sure.”
“Okay. You win. No harm, no foul. We don’t know each other so we can both back away now.”
“Are you still going to Copper’s tomorrow?”
“Why?”
“Because I need you to say no. And I need you to never, ever tell me where you live.”
The long pause between them held weight. “Why?” she murmured again softly.
“Because my wolf is too interested in you for your own good. If I know you won’t be at Copper’s tomorrow, I won’t go.”
“And if I say I’m going?”
“Then I won’t be able to stay away.”
“Why not?”
He clenched his jaw and made his way to his tailgate, grabbed his hard hat and closed it. “Because I don’t have a lot of control right now.”
“Your wolf sees me?”
Why had she put it like that? That’s how werewolves talked, not humans. He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He needed to hold the distance between them.
“I’ll be at Copper’s at eight o’clock tomorrow, Dodger. I’ll see you there.”Click.
Shhhit.
Dodger looked at the screen of his phone as it faded to black. This pretty little human wasn’t going to be so easy to chase off.
Huh.
Interesting.
Chapter Four
She couldn’t do this.
Destiny yanked the handle of her car open and sank back down onto the warm seat. It was so cold outside, she could see her frozen breath.
Where are you?Mom texted.
Destiny couldn’t just stand her mother up, but was she ready for this? Already, she couldn’t get Dodger out of her head. Today had been such a roller coaster. Good things had happened. Very good things. But if she went into Copper’s and hung out with Dodger, it felt like a date and she hadn’t ever done this. She didn’t know what she was doing and certainly not with a werewolf.
She’d talked herself out of a dozen dates before now and it had been easy to walk away from them all, but this one? Seeing Dodger? She felt like one of those dumb bugs who drifted toward the bug zapper and got electrocuted simply because they couldn’t help themselves.
I see your car. Come on. It’s cold as a witch’s tit out here. Mom had always had a way with words.
Destiny blew out a frozen breath and got out, nearly busted her butt on a patch of ice and clung to her door clumsily. Very human of her. Very un-werewolf-like.
Why had she listened to her mother? Why had she worn this damn skirt tonight? Already, it was riding up to just below her butt cheeks. Sure, she had on translucent tights underneath, but she felt exposed through and through.
She grabbed her oversized jacket with the faux fur lined hood and yanked it on to cover herself but nearly fell again on the slick street as she struggled into it.
“Farfignugen,” she muttered as she held onto the hood of her car to ease her way toward the sidewalk. The center of the walkway was newly salted at least. The street crews were working day and night, but they were in a storm right now. The streets kept refreezing. On the way here, she’d nearly slid off the road twice.
And that was more proof that she had lost her mind. She tried not to drive in this weather, and what was she doing? Driving her two-wheel drive car through a freaking blizzard just to see a werewolf that was completely unattainable, and had told her his red flags, which were many.
