Agent Megan DiNapoli?She's not here looking for love or a mate or a fucking puppy dog to follow her to and fro.
She’s here to do her job.
To see if this town—my town—is worthy of sticking around.
Really, she should be my enemy.
But all I can think about is how much I want to kiss her.
I want to nibble on the cute as fuck little dimple that peeks out at me now and then, just beside her plump lips.
You know, that sneaky little one that only shows itself when she’s pursing her lips, deep in thought.
Fuck.I have to stop thinking about that or I’m likely to pop a boner right here.
Not what I need—like at all.
Anyway, it’s been like ten seconds since she’s stormed into my life, and I already feel like I’m walking a tightrope made of secrets, lies, and something that feels a hell of a lot like destiny.
My Wolf wants her.My town needs saving.
But it’s like I’m one wrong move away from losing both her and my town—and yeah, that motherfucking calendar is mocking me with that stupid holiday that sets my beast to growling every fucking year.
That’s right.February 14this almost here again.
Happy fucking Valentine’s Day.
But the real mindfuck?
It’s that, for a second, I think maybe this year it will be.
A Happy Valentine’s Day, that is.
And I have no idea what to do with that.
Gulp.
Chapter2
Megan
The first thing that goes wrong when I get this confounded assignment is my partner.
Earl.
A Bald Eagle Shifter who’s more balding than bird these days, with a glorious beer gut and a fondness for suspenders printed with little stars and stripes.
He’s also got a wife named Myrtle who makes the best damn Polish pancakes I’ve ever eaten—and I’m from Jersey, so that’s saying something.We’ve got ethnic delicacies galore.
He takes one look at the transfer order, squints at the name Arrhythmia, Texas, and declares, “I ain’t going to no cowpoke hole in the wall in the Devil’s playground!”
And then he retires.On the spot.No warning.Just flaps his metaphorical wings and flies the hell out of Dodge.
That was six hours ago.
Now?
I’m here.
