Hunting Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #3 Read Free Page A

gave Rielle a long look. Run a girl over, really see her for the first time ever. Huh. Her wavy dark hair curled and bounced around her cheeks, cascaded down her neck, swung just above her—breasts. Not that he was looking at a packmate's breasts. Although his non-look assured him they were perky, not too big but not tiny, either. And it wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked before. Every shifter in the pack had no worries about nudity around one another. Shifting demanded shedding clothes, and it was something they'd all done since cubs. But still. Rielle had breasts. He'd never really thought about them before. Now, he had to force his eyes to stay focused on her face.
    She wore a little dress thing, all soft and wafty, in a pretty light orange color that set off her skin really well. Guess she did know a thing or two about clothes. And those heels—how girls could attempt to wear high heels, let alone stand around at work all day in them, was beyond him. But they did make her legs look long and really feminine.
    His wolf snorted a small whuffle. Rielle is nice. Small, like a little snack. Maybe she's tasty, too.
    Caleb thought hard about poker while he tried to shut up the wolfish laughter from what his sister, Lily, would call his barbarian brain. Whoa. Redirect! he sternly warned himself.
    “You're right,” he went on in a casual but apologetic tone. Those dainty eyebrows over Rielle's soft russet eyes rose again at his admission. “I was thinking about something else and not watching where I was going.”
    She shifted on her feet, and his gaze dropped for just an instant to her hips. Rielle really was pretty. He'd always known that, of course, he wasn't a total idiot. But she was really pretty tonight. He usually didn't think about it. Something was special tonight, though.
    Realization dawned.
    “Oh, shit,” he said. She winced a bit at the word. Right. Rielle was sort of prim. He'd forgotten that. Fine, add must watch language around Rielle to his huge list of things to remember on a daily basis. “I mean, damn. Sorry. You have a date, right? That's why you're dressed like that.”
    Rielle's pretty pink lips opened, then closed, then opened again. Fascinated despite his best intentions, Caleb stared at the plush, soft things. Whoa. Clearly, he hadn't been getting out enough lately, what with training to thump rogue ass and all. Girls were always around, and he usually found them easy enough to call in, enjoy, then set loose.
    But he usually didn't spend this much time admiring their gorgeous, luscious lips.
    Or wondering what those particular lips might feel like as they touched his body.
     
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    Rielle's heart rabbited in her chest. Caleb thought she had a date? Reflexively, she looked down at her outfit. Fairly typical for a day in the store, it was a dress from a new designer who'd sent it special to Rielle as an enticement to carry her line. It was a cute dress, but she wore clothes like this every day.
    Oh. But she didn't see Caleb every day. Right. Because he was never in town, and he certainly never came into her store. Obviously, he didn't have a girlfriend for whom he needed to buy gifts.
    For some reason, the thought of Caleb having a girlfriend made her flush a bit. Well, if he did have a girlfriend, she would pity the poor woman who had to put up with his ways. Not like she was one to talk. Dating wasn't something Rielle did. Like, ever. But she wanted to. Really, really wanted to. Sometimes she forgot how much she wanted that. Right now, being reminded of her dateless status really stung.
    “I don't have a date.” Which was such a brilliant way to tell him she had no life. She kept her voice slightly cool. “This is how I dress for work. If customers see me wearing the clothes we carry in the store, it helps sell them. Simple advertising.”
    Caleb's wolf still lurked in his eyes. She'd seen it flash there earlier—probably when she'd insulted him with that horrible comment about his