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A rogue can’t be expected to settle down, especially with a human cop, who doesn’t know werewolves exist. But that’s exactly what Alexis’s wolf nags her to do from the moment she meets Bryce. When a run-in with her sadistic ex turns deadly, she seeks shelter with the sexy detective to avoid starting a war between the packs.
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Rising onto her elbows, Alexis spotted her clean clothes sitting on the nightstand, folded into a neat stack. The house key she’d left in the living room last night lay on top.
She rolled onto her side and pressed her face into the pillow. As she inhaled deeply, a masculine, woodsy scent with a hint of citrus danced in her senses. She pulled the pillow on top of her head, allowing herself to get lost in the magnificent scent of Bryce. He’d been nothing but kind to her all evening. She’d fully expected him to try to climb into bed with her. No man was that nice without expecting something in return.
But Bryce had told her goodnight and left her alone all night. Maybe he really was different. Maybe not. She hugged the pillow tighter.
A knock on the door roused her from her thoughts, and she flung the pillow away from her face. Bryce stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. His light brown hair was mussed on one side, making a sort of wave on top of his head. Just enough scruff peppered his jaw to give him a rugged look, and glorious muscles rippled down his stomach to disappear into the waistband of his sweats. Her own stomach fluttered, and she had to tear her gaze away.
He grinned and stepped into the room. “Were you smelling my pillow?”
Her ears burned. “No. Why would I do that?”
Grabbing a shirt from the closet, he slipped it over his head. “Yes, you were. You were sniffing it. What’s it smell like?”
She ground her teeth as the heat from her ears spread across her cheeks. “It smells like you, dumbass.” She chunked the pillow at his head, but he caught it in his hands.
His smile faded. “Dumbass? Is that what you think of me?”
She opened her mouth for another sarcastic answer, but the hurt in his eyes made the words stick in her throat. “I don’t know what to think.”
He set the pillow down and looked at her quizzically. Sinking onto the edge of the bed, he took her hand in his and ran a finger up her forearm. His gentle touch lit a fire in her core and sent shivers running down her spine. She wasn’t used to gentle.
“The bruises are gone.” His fingers grazed her forehead as he brushed the hair away from her face, and her breath hitched. “Even your eye. How is that possible?”
She pulled from his grasp and slipped her arm under the blanket. “I’m a fast healer. Always have been.”
He held her gaze. “You fell a hundred feet.”
“No, I wasn’t up that high. I told you, the report was wrong.”
“Why were you up there?” So much concern emanated from his voice that she almost believed he cared about her.
She inhaled deeply. Something about Bryce made her want to open up and tell him everything. Maybe it was his kind eyes or his open posture. Possibly the smolder in his gaze. Her wolf insisted on another, much stickier reason, but she intended to ignore that instinct like she’d been doing since she met him. She faked a smile. “I’m starving. Got any more Snickers?”
He sighed and pressed his lips into a line. “There’s a café a few blocks away. I’ll go grab some breakfast while you get dressed. Then we can get your car.” Rising to his feet, he pulled a pair of pants from a drawer. “Will you be here when I get back?”
“I will.”
Nodding, he hesitated in the doorway before turning on his heel and striding out of the room.
Alexis lay in bed until the front door opened and closed and the key turned in the lock. Taking one more deep inhale of Bryce’s masculine scent on the sheets, she sat up and stretched her arms over her head. A mild ache replaced the excruciating pain from yesterday.
Would it be wrong to stay in bed and invite Bryce to join her when he returned? The stirring she’d felt in her soul when she first met him was back in full force, and if she wasn’t careful, her wolf would try to claim him. A low growl rumbled in her chest. Who was she kidding? Her wolf was already trying.
Would that be such a bad thing?
Yes, it would. She was a rogue, and he was a human. Her wolf was wrong about this. She wouldn’t be bound to any man.