he
was quite ready for that yet. Just because she knew he was a wolf didn’t mean he
knew he was a wolf.
Damn hormones.
“I’ll go bring the truck around front. It’s snowing a bit,” Tad said, before winking
at her and turning away.
Missy dealt with the rose and made her way to the parking lot. Tad drove a four-wheel drive that was a little older and more beat up than hers but just as high to
climb into. She giggled as Tad came to help her.
“I swear they should install elevators on these things.”
Tad’s hands stroked her leg as he lifted her in. “Hmmm, that’s a poor idea. I’d
miss getting to help the damsel in distress.”
Missy held her breath while Tad trotted around the vehicle and got behind the
wheel. Did he have any idea what he did to her body? Any idea how she reacted
to every glance, every touch?
She snuck a quick peek at him. He seemed unaware his scent alone drove her
wild. She had to be careful not to do something stupid like kiss him again or let on
she was anything other than a good friend from long ago.
Who drooled at the thought of seeing him naked. There was definitely some kind
of connection between them. Strong. Magnetic.
Tad concentrated on the snow-blown road. “If it’s too bad out we can call tonight
off,” Missy offered.
“You haven’t been driving in the Yukon for a while, have you?” Tad asked, a faint
smile on his face. “This is great driving weather. All the tourists will stay home and
we just have to look out for Old Man Henry in case he decides to go wandering
after closing hours at Klondike Kate’s wearing his bearskin coat. Don’t worry, we’ll
be there soon.”
Missy returned to staring at his profile as they made their way down the highway
to the pub Tad insisted she needed to see. There was something different about
Tad. Other than that he was an untriggered wolf. Missy had never reacted to a
man like this before. He smelt different too.
Not just the different that made her mouth water, and she wasn’t supposed to
keep heading down that particular road. No, he smelt kind of…not like a wolf at
all. Like he was hiding it. That was impossible because only Omegas had that
ability and only triggered wolves were Omegas. She tried again to access his
thoughts. He had a barrier in place that she couldn’t reach behind leaving only the
surface emotions readable—Tad and Missy kissing passionately, naked bodies
pressed close together, intense lovemaking that left them both covered in sweat
—Missy broke the connection and bit back a moan of desire. What he wanted,
she wanted.
By the time they pulled into the parking lot Missy was half out of her mind
restraining herself from jumping Tad. She popped open her door and leapt into
the blowing snow as soon as the truck shimmied to a stop.
Long deep breaths of icy cold air helped until Tad stepped around the cab with a
concerned expression on his face.
“You okay, Missy?”
Oh, please don’t look concerned . Concern was one step away from affection, and
tonight her body could jump from affection to full sex with no trouble at all.
“I’m fine. Just needed some fresh air. Shall we go?” Missy forced herself to sound
bright and cheerful. She hoped the place would be loud, dark and smoke-filled to
dull her senses enough to get through the evening with Tad’s virtue intact.
She wondered if he would appreciate the effort she was making. She had every
intention of making love with him, but until she could visit the closest wolf pack
and arrange for someone to tell Tad about his heritage she couldn’t act.
Tad held the door open for her, and as she stepped past his arms, she knew she
was done for. There was music, quiet and jazzy. The only smoke was from BBQ
ribs. And the lighting was perfect to see Tad’s eyes widen as he helped remove
her coat.
“Fuck. Oops, sorry, but holy cow, you look good. I don’t think I’ve ever…” Tad
swallowed hard, his gaze