But I’m not here to get weak-kneed over some growly Wolf with a slow drawl and a smirk that says he knows exactly what kind of dreams he stars in.
I’ve got a job to do.A report to write.A town to evaluate.
No matter how good he smells.
No matter how close he stands.
No matter how many times he calls me Agent like it’s both a challenge and a dare.
Nope.
This isn’t a romcom.It’s not a fairytale.And it sure as hell isn’t the start of some fated mate nonsense.
This is my job.
And no hotshot Sheriff with a sexy beard and alumbersnacksmile is gonna make me lose focus.
Right?
“You wanna take a load off and tell me what’s on your mind, Agent?”Sheriff Owen Randall asks me with a wicked glint in his dark eyes.
“What?Yeah, um, here’s a letter explaining it all, Sheriff,” I murmur, handing it to him.
Our fingers brush against each other, and I swear it’s like I just got hit by a lightning bolt.I pull my hand back quickly, not meeting his gaze even though I know he’s staring right at me.
How I’m suddenly aware of him in places I’ve ignored for months?
I sneak a glimpse, and yep, he’s still staring.And, oh boy, is he growling?
I am so fucked.
Chapter1
Owen
Ihaven’t been in love since the eighth grade, and that ended with my hand in a cast and a restraining order against a Harpy.
Long story.Don’t ask.
Point is, I’m not the type to get hearts in my eyes over some pretty face or start writing poems in the margins of my ticket book.
I’m not soft like that.I can’t be.Not in this town.
See, Arrhythmia, Texas, ain’t your average backwater.
On paper, we’re an experimental zone—a dumping ground for supernatural beings who don’t quite fit anywhere else.
Monsters with management issues.Exiles with nowhere to go.Magical misfits, and people with powers that basically scare the hell out of the rest of the world.
In practice?We’re barely holding together with duct tape and denial.
And I’m the one holding the roll.
Fifteen years ago, I swore an oath to protect this town and everyone in it.
I meant it then.
And I sure as shit still mean it now.
