for the touch of another. It was the possibility of a man who might be hers to keep. What would that be like?
Their boots crunched on the asphalt as he walked her to the truck. At the driver’s door, she turned to face him—and found herself gently pushed against the side of the vehicle with one of his hands braced on the roof above her head. His front was flush with hers, his body heat branding her like an iron.
Slowly, he lowered his head, giving her time to protest the kiss he was about to take. In answer, she wrapped her fingers in the soft hair at the back of his head and pulled his head the rest of the way down.
Explosive
. That was his taste on her tongue, assaulting her senses. Hardening her nipples and making her sex ache. She couldn’t have stopped her reaction to him any more than she could have halted a tidal wave, and she didn’t want to. Her coyote growled in pleasure. Now she’d know his essence, his scent, anywhere. She knew what he was to her.
But she wouldn’t use that name for him. It was too soon.
After exploring her mouth for several moments, he pulled back and stared down at her, expression warm. “You taste so damn fine.”
“You’re pretty yummy yourself.”
He sighed. “You are so getting the short end of the stick with me—”
“No. Stop right there.” She glared at him. “If this is about your scars, save it. I don’t care about those, except I hate that you had to get hurt. They don’t make you any less attractive to me.”
“Thanks,” he said, sounding sincere. Reaching up to her face, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “But I wasn’t really talking about the scars. I’ve got baggage, Jacee. Loads of it.”
“So do I. But we’ll get to know each other and share the burden, right?”
Again with the sadness. She didn’t like the look on him. “Right.”
“I’m off tomorrow night,” she told him, “in case you wanted to know.”
That cheered him considerably. “I did, in fact. Can I get your contact info in my phone?”
“Sure.”
He pulled out his cell, opened up his contacts page, and gave her the device. She typed in her first and last names, number, and address, then handed back the phone.
“There you go,” she said, getting out her phone.
“Jacee Buchanan. I like your name.”
“Good, ’cause it’s the only one I’ve got.” She winked. “What’s your last name?”
“Chase.”
“I like yours, too. Now call me.”
He did, and she added his name to his number.
“Can I pick you up tomorrow afternoon, take you to dinner?” Micah asked.
Suddenly he looked a little unsure and so sweet she kissed him again. Slowly. “Yes. A bit old-fashioned, are you?”
“Some, when it comes to treating a lady. Is that okay?”
“More than. What time?”
“Pick you up at six?”
“On that Harley?” She eyed it with some doubt.
He laughed. “No. I was going to drive my car, unless you
want
to ride the motorcycle to dinner.”
“Well, maybe not this first time.”
“That’s what I thought. See you at six.”
“Awesome.”
Several leisurely kisses later, he let her go and strolled to the bike. She watched his ass sway in his jeans until he straddled the machine and started it with a throaty roar. Then she got into the truck and fired it up, wincing at the cough it gave as she followed Micah from the parking lot.
He turned left to head out of town, and she turned right to go home to her modest house in Cody. For the first time in many years, the idea of going home alone wasn’t quite as terrible as before. She had a date with a sexy wolf.
And she planned to make the most of it.
* * *
Jacee tossed and turned, trying to sleep.
After one in the morning, and not much success on that front. She was exhausted after the drama on her shift, meeting Micah. Making that special discovery about him. It was too much, and it swirled around in her brain until she finally gave in.
Her dream started out innocently enough.
She was
Healing the Soldier's Heart