Page 45 of Cuffed By the Wolf

“Hey, little lady.”

I peek at the man’s gray eyes and dark hair. He’s about five-ten.

“Are you enjoying the festival?”

I smile. “I am. How about you?”

“I’m having a great time.”

“Would you like to dance?” he asks.

A hand presses against my back. “No, she doesn’t want to dance.”

My mouth hangs open. “I’m sorry about the grumpy sheriff’s rudeness. Thanks for asking, but I’ll pass. Enjoy the festival.”

His smile rises and falls. “You too.”

Gavin still glares at him like he can’t take a hint.

“That was rude.”

“He needed to know you’re mine.”

I glance up at Gavin. “I’m not yours.”

He ignores my words and watches the band play.

Once the band’s set is done, Gavin leads me away from the concert area.

“Are you really enjoying yourself?”

“Yes.”

Did he think I was lying to the guy? Maybe he thinks small towns aren’t my vibe.

His hand curls possessively around the back of my neck.

Gavin’s touch sends a delicious shiver down my spine.

The townspeople stare and whisper.

“They’re staring like they’ve never seen you with a woman before.”

“It’s been so long, they forgot what I look like with a woman.”

I halt at a funnel cake station. We move into the line.

“Come home with me tonight,” he says aloud, not caring who hears him.

“No,” I whisper. “You can’t ask me that out loud; you’re my boss.”

I crane my neck to peer up at him. “Besides, I’d be tempted to go further this time.”

A wolfish grin curls his lips. “You’re already tempted.”

I laugh. “You don’t know that.”

“I’ve caught you daydreaming at your desk while watching my office when I was in a meeting.”