Dodger snorted. Of course she was one of those good humans. He couldn’t corrupt this one. She looked so freakin’ adorable in her neon crossing guard vest.
All of the kids crossed, and she checked for more, but there were only a trio of stragglers walking slowly from up near the elementary school. She turned the sign in her hand, and it read Slow.
He eased forward and stopped in the middle of the crosswalk, right beside her.
“What are you doing?”
Honesty was best. “I messed up at work and now I have to fix a fence. I was…distracted. I’m headed to the lumber yard and then the hardware store.”
“Sounds like a fun Friday night,” she teased.
“What can I say? I’m a party animal.”
“You’ve got the animal part right.”
A smile took his face, and the stretch of it felt good. Destiny was quick-witted. He liked that.
“What are the odds I saw you twice today?” he asked.
“Must be…” she waggled her eyebrows. “Destiny.”
He belted out a laugh.
Behind him a car laid on the horn, and he tossed it a withering look, before he returned his attention to Destiny. “The rugrats are almost here,” he said, tipping his head toward the three stragglers that had reached the corner. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Don’t get splinters,” she called.
He snorted. “I don’t get those.”
She looked like she wanted to say more but pursed her lips instead and held up the stop sign for the car that had honked behind him. Ha.
The tailgate of his truck was just past the crosswalk when he stopped and did something so stupid.
He grabbed his phone out of the cupholder, and called out, “What’s your number?”
“Mine?” she asked, twisting in her cute little neon vest.
“No, the car behind me with the honking problem.”
She gestured the kiddos toward her and called out her number for him to save into his phone.
And then he was off. No more words, he just rolled up his window and tossed the phone onto the passenger’s seat.
“Why did you do that?” he murmured to himself, gripping the steering wheel harder.
Werewolves and humans didn’t mix. That had been beaten into his mind growing up. Even flirting with one felt wrong. They weren’t even the same species. He’d judged Liam so much for pairing up with a human, and now he’d just asked one for her number?
He should delete it. That was the best thing for her. Delete it and move on and never drive past this school or go to Copper’s again.
He made it to the lumber yard with a plan, but the second he parked and picked up his phone, his plan fell apart. Her number was just sitting there, and he knew damn well he couldn’t delete the contact. His wolf wouldn’t let his finger anywhere near the delete button.
Why did I do that?He silently asked himself for the fifth time.Why?
He hadn’t even saved it yet or put her name in it. The number just sat there, glaring back at him, asking him the same question.Why?
Here was probably why. He hadn’t dated anyone in months. He’d been bogged down with the Pack drama and was lonely with it, and Destiny was the first person who had paid attention to him, and he was reaching. Yeah. That’s all this was.
He deleted the last digit, but he re-typed it without even meaning to. His wolf growled long and low inside of him.
