Page 47 of Bewitching the Wolf

My head kicks back on a soft sigh, ready to give in to my fantasy of me and Jax as Leonora and Agdar.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps outside the door.

I snap my hand out of my leggings and jump up.

Just in time.

Jax bursts into the room, his eyes like blazing emeralds in his taut face.

“Tippy, we need to talk.”

JAX

When I stride into the den, Tippy jumps to her feet, her eyes like saucers and her face flushed.

All through my gym session with Arlo, I’d been agitating over how to apologize to Tippy, how to make it up to her. How to get back to where we used to be before I shifted. Friends again. I guess that’s the best I can hope for.

I made sure I whipped my wolf’s ass with so many push-ups and weightlifts even Arlo was impressed.

“Whoah, you sure had energy to burn,” Arlo remarked as we strolled out of the gym. “I’m impressed you could bench press those 125-pound bars.”

“Yeah, so am I. Guess I got some newfound strength along with my shifting.”

I wish I could talk to him about what’s going on with me and Tippy, but it just seems like too much is happening inside my head.

Arlo leaves me at the end of our street. “How about we take you guys out tonight? There’s a new restaurant in town, Fangs Fine Dining, we’ve been wanting to try. And what better time than now, with you and Tippy?”

I said I’d have to check with her, but that I guessed she’d be rapt.

Then we parted ways and I jogged back toward our den, rehearsing my lines and striding in before I could get cold feet or my wolf could sabotage my plan.

But now that I’m here, Tippy is staring at me all flustered and red in the face, like she wishes I was a million miles away.

She doesn’t say a word after I’ve burst out with my request to talk.

I pause, frowning. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing.”

“You’re all red in the face.”

“Oh, um, potions, on the stove, um…” She flaps a little hand at the empty stove.

I frown. “The stove’s not on.”

She huffs something under her breath and slams the book on the table shut. “What are you reading?” I ask, trying to tone down the weird energy.

“Just spells.” She pushes it aside, then stands in front of the table. I take a step closer and she folds her arms.

My nostrils flare. She smells exquisite, as always, but much more so right now. My senses reel and my wolf stirs dangerously in my groin.

Hell! I’m here to apologize, not get turned on.

She juts her little jaw and stares at me. “What do you want to talk about?”

“The reason why you’re pissed as hell with me.”

“I’m not.”