Falling for the Billionaire Wolf and His Baby (Blood Moon Brotherhood 1)

Finn saw the shock on Jessa’s face before she said, “Maybe you should save that for the second or third date?”

Anders chuckled. “I’ll think about it.”

“Got here just in time.” Hollis was at his door.

Dante stayed where he was. “Snow’s coming in.”

He glanced at the white sky. “Estimates on how much?” he asked, sniffing the air. He didn’t want them trapped here. But a few feet of ice and snow would slow down anyone who might be looking for them—and cover their scent and tracks.

Dante shrugged.

Finn climbed out of the truck, unbuckling the car seat and pulling it with him. He saw the question on Jessa’s face and nodded slightly. No, he didn’t normally carry Oscar. But now, he needed his son close to meet his family.

Hollis smiled. “He’s growing.”

“Looks small to me,” Dante argued.

“Babies generally are,” Jessa said.

Dante’s eyes narrowed, his gaze sweeping over Jessa from head to toe. Finn’s wolf went on alert.

She shivered, her gaze seeking his. “It’s cold.”

“No wonder. Where’s your coat?” Anders asked.

Which reminded Finn what she was wearing—and her lack of bra. “Here.” He shrugged out of his flannel shirt and draped it over her shoulders. It helped, but not enough. “Inside,” he snapped, anxious to find her something to wrap up in. He stayed close by her side as they made their way into the massive wood cabin he considered his real home.

Jessa was rubbing her hands together by the time they were inside.

He tried not to stare at the hard, tight evidence of just how cold she was. And his wolf was pissed as hell that the others were seeing it, too. “Fire’s this way,” he said, nodding into the great room.

“I should probably clean up Oscar first,” she said. “And get his bottle ready.”

The other three seemed to be circling, equally curious about Oscar and Jessa, and the energy had his alpha on high alert. He’d get Jessa and Oscar settled then deal with the other three.

“My room’s this way,” he said, carrying Oscar with him.

He could breathe easier once he’d closed the bedroom door behind them.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her soothing touch a whisper across his forearm.

He looked at her, covering her hand with his. “Why?”

“You’re tense. I thought being here would be better.” Her green eyes searched his.

He loved the way her hand tightened on his, like holding on to him made her calmer, too. He shook his head. “It’s been a long time since we’ve all been together.” Well, almost all. Mal wasn’t here. “Takes some time for us to adjust. The wolves need to settle down.” He set the car seat on the bed.

“Go. Get adjusted.” She smiled. “I’m pretty sure Oscar would like some wriggle time out of that seat.”

“I’ll go.” He paused. “But I’d feel better if you stayed in here with me.” He saw the way she looked around the room. “I can sleep on the floor.”

She glanced at him, her cheeks coloring. “Do you want to sleep on the floor?”

He swallowed. “No.”

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” she whispered, shivering slightly, her gaze locking with his.

Sleeping with her the night before had been equal parts heaven and hell. And tonight he’d endure it again if it put her back in his arms. “Cold?” He took her hands in his. Soft and ice-cold.