The Art of Seducing a Naked Werewolf (Naked Werewolf 2)

He shrugged. “How should I know? It’s your happy place.”

I muttered, “Well, you could at least do this with your shirt off. What are you doing here, anyway?”

“I think there are probably some things you left unsaid earlier, and your brain is just giving you a chance to get it out of your system.”

“No, that couldn’t be it.”

“Fine,” he huffed, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

My eyes went wide at the sight of finely sculpted abs lightly dusted with a little gold happy trail. “God, this is going to be so much worse if you look like that in real life.”

“Oh, it’s even better,” he assured me.

“Bastard.” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I have to lie to you. And I’m sorry I have to make you feel crazy or unsure of yourself. I wish I could help you, but I just can’t. As much as I think you could mean to me, I can’t put you ahead of the people I love. You are a smart, funny, strange, drop-dead-gorgeous man. And I would like nothing more than to get to know you a hell of a lot better. But I think it’s better this way.”

“But none of that had anything to do with you, or you being a wolf, or how you feel. It’s about everybody else.”

“Exactly.”

“So your reasons are bullshit. You’re so afraid of expressing how you really feel that you’ll use any excuse to stay away from me. You’ve never had someone interested in you and only you. And you’re so afraid that’s not enough to keep me around that you’ll do anything to avoid finding out one way or the other.”

“I don’t think my figments are supposed to mouth off to me,” I grumbled.

“I was never much for rules.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I muttered.

“Butterflies taste with their feet.”

I raised my eyebrows.

He shrugged. “I bet you didn’t know that.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Well, I don’t think you’d want a lesser version of me in your happy place,” he said, giving me a cheeky little leer.

I snorted and closed my eyes. “Good-bye, Nick.”

I felt a featherlight touch on my shoulder. “Good-bye for now, Maggie.”

I woke up with a start.

Well, that was helpful.

My head throbbing, I sat up, wondering how long I’d been sleeping. The sun was hanging low over the mountain range. I sat up, feeling more groggy than refreshed. This was not the point of the happy place. Stupid Dream Nick and his verbal riddles consisting of stuff I already suspected.

I stretched my arms over my head and popped my back. Sleeping on the ground might connect you with the earth and all that crap, but it was hell on the vertebrae. Sure that my mom was worried enough to chew through phone books by now, I jogged toward home. I felt a fresh flush of guilt as I entered the village. This must be what parents felt like, returning to their kids after a long weekend away. I was a short step from giving every member of the pack a tacky T-shirt and a teddy bear. But at the moment, all I wanted was a hot meal, a large one, a hotter shower, and my bed. My front door was in sight when I heard my name called.

“Maggie!”

I turned and saw Clay jogging down Main Street toward me. I groaned inwardly, bidding that hot meal a mental farewell. But I took a deep breath and turned to him with a genuine smile on my face. Clay was a good guy and considerably less of a pain in the ass than most people I knew. He deserved my undivided and nonirritated attention.

I sighed as I watched him lope to an easy stop in front of me and give me one of those heartwarming grins. In a good and decent universe, my choices would be limited to Lee and Clay, and the decision would be relatively easy: Clay and his cute little chin dimple by a landslide. I huffed, thinking about stupid, shirtless Dream Nick and the “grindy” encounter in the back of my truck. I had to do something to get him out of my head. I had to show him that I was serious about staying away from him.

“What would you think of going to dinner with me some night?” I asked Clay before he could say anything.

Clay hesitated. “Uh, I was just going to tell you that part for the snow blower came in yesterday. What did you say?”