“Hey!” Lynx laughed, passing the donut to Wolfe.
My eyes flew over to Wolfe. He was smiling up at me, and my heart twisted tightly in my chest.
It had been two days since I'd stayed the night with Wolfe and Rhys. Wolfe had driven me to work the next day and I'd stayed at my own house last night. Of course, I'd spent nearly every waking moment wishing I were back with them.
Granted, it was nice having Reagan at the house, and I'd felt slightly more comfortable now that I'd told them about what happened. I knew they would be on the lookout, and Reagan had even brought her shotgun back to the house. Rhys had told me he’d keep extra patrols going by my house to help me feel safer.
But for Wolfe to bring a donut…
I was going to fall in love with this man if I wasn’t careful.
“Stay there,” Wolfe insisted. “I’ll bring it to you.”
I nodded, then returned to my office.
“How come you get to have all the fun?” Lynx whined, laughing. “I’ll talk to y’all later.”
“Don’t you call that woman,” Calvin hollered, following Lynx toward the door. “She’s married.”
“Trust me. I wouldn’t get near that with a ten-foot pole.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t start stalkin’ you,” Calvin told Lynx. “See her eyes get all bugged out when she saw those damn tattoos?”
“I wasn’t lookin’ at her eyes,” Lynx noted.
The front door closed with a bang and the entire warehouse was silent.
Wolfe appeared in my office doorway and I smiled at him. “How’d it go?”
One dark eyebrow lifted. “Well, the good news is she’s latched onto Lynx.”
“And the bad news?” My heart swelled to overflowing when Wolfe handed me the single glazed donut. It was my favorite.
“She’s latched onto Lynx.”
“So, how’s that bad? Well, other than, you know … she’s married and all.”
“It means she’ll likely be stoppin’ in for visits.”
“But at least she’ll be keeping her hands off you,” I told him.
Wolfe closed my office door, flipped the lock, then moved toward me.
“There’s only one woman’s hands I want on me.”
Setting the donut on the desk, I allowed him to turn my chair so that I was facing him.
“Is that right?”
He relocated the donut to a safer place up on the filing cabinet. It made me wonder what his intentions were. My body had already heated about ten degrees since he stepped into the room.
When he reached down and easily lifted me from my chair, I squealed. My butt was planted on the edge of the desk, and Wolfe took a seat in front of me.
“I think you should wear skirts to work,” he said as his hands slid beneath my T-shirt.
“Yeah?” Okay, so I was breathless, but that was because this sexy cowboy was touching me, his warm hand grazing my side, sliding higher. “You thinkin’ about implementing a new dress code?”
“Oh, yeah.”
