Dragging my ruined dress through puddles, I jog past a bank, church, school, bakery, another church, multiple gift shops, chiropractor’s office, another bank, another church, on and on until…
There!
The sign above the garage is faded, the letters curling from years of rain and wind.The place is locked up, the bay doors drawn shut.
Around back, there’s a patch of grass, dry beneath an awning and hidden from the streetlights.A private place to bunker down for the night.
But first, I need out of this wet dress.
As I move toward the awning, the crunch of boots behind me sends a fresh spike of irritation up my spine.I don’t have to look to know it’s him.
“Ignoring me won’t make me disappear,” Wolf drawls.
While he’s shockingly violent, he hasn’t given me a reason to think he would aim that violence at me.The opposite, in fact.It’s weird.
Men have not been kind to me, but I get the feeling that men haven’t been kind to Wolf either.
I drop my bag under the awning and tug at the back of my bodice, my fingers slipping over the ties.They won’t budge, and after a few minutes, my arms ache from the effort.
Goddammit.
“What are you doing?”His voice is closer.
“Changing.”I turn my back to him.“Unlace it.”
For once, silence.
I peer over my shoulder and find his mouth open and his brows raised.Finally, something that shuts him up.
“No,” he growls.
“I can’t reach.”
“You’re not stripping outside in public.”
“There’s no one here.”
“There’s me.”
“Then don’t look.”
He scans the ground, my bag, and the awning, realizing my intention.“You can’t sleep here.”
“Says who?”
“Me.”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“You do.”He shifts to face me, his blue eyes burning into mine.“My broth…errr…uncle has an unused apartment at the distillery.”
“Your brother?Or your uncle?”
“Both-ish.”
“No thanks.”
“What’s the problem?”
