I want to smell her.
Frustrated, he stood and strode for the kitchen, yanked the bag off the counter and took it outside. The firepit was destroyed but there was still lighter fluid and firewood in the general area.
The growl in his chest was getting louder now that the wolf had figured out what he planned to do.
No!
Dodger threw the entire bag onto a pile of ashes and threw a couple logs over it.
“Are you good, man?” Vic called from where he and Nathan were framing out the side of the damaged cabin.
“Never been better.”
Where was the freaking lighter fluid? He searched frantically.
“Dodger?” Nate asked, headed his way.
“No!” he yelled, his voice echoing across the mountain.
Nate and Vic halted, matching confused expressions on their faces.
“Just…let me do this,” he choked out.
They looked at each other, and then backed off slowly, and headed back to Nate’s cabin.
The lighter fluid had been covered in snow overnight, and only the little red cap stuck out slightly. He stooped, reaching for it, but his foot kicked out and booted the fluid across the yard.
Shit.
He tried again and again, but each time, he kicked it before he could pick it up.
“Stop!” he yelled at his wolf.
You stop! It’s all I have left!
The vision of their kiss was so intense, the snowy clearing faded away, and suddenly Dodger was pressing Destiny against the wall of that dressing room, caressing her arm, sliding his hand down to hold hers, tasting her. With a grunt, he pitched forward to his knees and doubled over an awful feeling in his middle. Dodger slapped the side of his head, trying to stop the memory.
When he opened his eyes, he was on his knees near the bag, and he’d taken the clothes out of it. He was holding them to his face, blocking the cold wind, and inhaling Destiny’s scent.
“What’s wrong with you?” Delta asked from behind him.
He gripped the clothes and pulled them away from his face with effort. “I’m sick,” he admitted.
Every cell in his body was on fire as he stood and made his way back to his home, Destiny’s skirt and shirt clenched impossibly tightly in his hand.
Chapter Nine
Monday…
“I need you to take this.”
Liam frowned down at the phone in Dodger’s hand. “Why would I want your phone.”
“Because,” he whispered. “Please. Just take it.”
Liam looked worried as he reached for it.
Dodger jogged down the stairs of his Alpha’s house and strode right for his truck. He threw it into drive and peeled out. He would be early to work, but that was the plan. He needed to get there and get on the clock before the elementary school opened for the kids. He needed to be at work and under the watchful eye of his boss before the pretty crossing guard showed up for her job.
