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excitement. Dammit, that was confusing.
    “Well,” Rafe said in that reasonable tone, “I'm pretty sure she's not dating anyone. I don't even think she dates.”
    “How do you know so much about her?” Caleb demanded, narrowing his eyes at his brother a bit. He could feel his wolf shining out of his eyes with a possessive light. He still didn't understand it, but he felt it boiling through him. His wolf wanted Caleb to call Rielle, ask her out, and not take no for an answer.
    “Dammit,” he said, half under his breath.
    “I've known Ree as long as you have,” Rafe said with a shrug. “Besides, Sara's bumped into her in town a few times. She told me Rielle isn't dating anyone.”
    The word yet hung between them.
    “You could kill a few birds with one stone this way. Ask her out as Packmates.”
    Caleb perked up his ears at that suggestion. Hmm. She would probably go for that.
    “Apologize for your absolutely uncouth behavior—”
    “Hey!”
    “—and just suggest you meet in town for a glass of wine.”
    “Wine? Who drinks wine?” Caleb stalked away from his crazy brother. Striding toward the window, he gazed over the huge pines and green grasses all over the Pack's property. His wolf surged forward again, pushing the vision of a run strongly into Caleb's mind. Yes. Definitely. Tonight.
    “After she's had a glass or two of wine in her, and of course after you've apologized sufficiently for your bad manners—”
    “Point taken already, o wise one.”
    “—she'll be relaxed enough to be honest about why she's so prickly with you.” Rafe's voice sounded so much like their calm yet authoritative father's Caleb had to shake his head to clear his ears. “You're packmates, after all. There can be no friction between two of you, especially not right now with the pack on high alert because of the rogues.”
    Caleb didn't turn around from the window. After a beat, though, he nodded. Grudgingly. As usual, Rafe the alpha-to-be knew just how to address a situation. It was a hell of a lot more than Caleb knew how to address, so he would go with it. Besides, his wolf was pretty eager about the whole thing.
    He sucked in a quick breath and, eyeing his phone like it was dynamite, reached for it. Hopefully, the thing wouldn't burst into flames when Rielle would most likely glare at it from her end the moment he asked the question.
    Thankfully, it didn't.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    “Once in a Blue Moon?”
    Rielle looked at the sign above the bar with clear hesitation written into every slim line of her body. Caleb let his eyes slide down that body again for second. He'd have to be blind or dead if he didn't.
    When he'd shown up at Rielle's door earlier, he'd just barely rescued himself from a jaw fracture caused by his chin hitting the ground when she'd stepped outside. A short, flirty pink dress showed off all her sweet curves and enticing swells. With that cinnamon-brown hair flowing down around her shoulders and her dark eyes looking up at him a little shyly, Caleb had actually found himself groping for words. He'd literally not been able to speak for a minute as he took in how pretty Rielle looked in that damn tiny dress.
    “Yeah,” he said now. “It's supposed to be the new hot place in Durango. And it'll have the kind of drinks you like.”
    Rielle whipped her gaze to him. A little line appeared in her brow. Not shy anymore.
    “What is that supposed to mean?”
    Truthfully, she was kind of cute when she was irritated at him. Which was fine, since she always seemed to be irritated at him. He still wasn't sure exactly how he did it, but somehow he managed to push every button that little wolf had. Like right now.
    “Well, I don't know. Girly drinks? Froufy drinks? What do you like, anyway?”
    Her russet-brown eyes pinned him with that laser look of hers. She made him kind of spooked with that intense look. It was as if she could see inside him. Even his wolf nervously paced in his mind with tail at half