Moon Lovers Box Set (BBW Werewolf Romance) Read Free Page B

elevator," I muttered.
    "That would be convenient."
    "Which explains why one isn't in this place."
    "I suppose there's only one thing we can do."
    "Build an escalator?" I suggested.
    "No, this." He swooped me into his arms and stepped up the stairs. I clung onto his thin frame and was surprised to find there was some muscle underneath those dorky clothes.
    "Could you have warned me before you did that?" I snapped at him.
    "Yes."
    "Then why didn't you?"
    "Don't you like surprises?"
    "No!"
    "I'm afraid I have another one for you."
    "What now?"
    "We're here." During our little discussion he'd hurried up four flights of stairs to my floor. I was so surprised my mouth dropped down to the lobby. He set me down on the floor and I stared at him in disbelief.
    "How did you do that?" I asked him.
    He shrugged. "One foot in front of the other."
    "But at what? The speed of internet?"
    "Maybe you just weren't paying attention."
    "Because you were distracting me."
    "Maybe I used my slingshot," he teased as he led me to my room. He had all the keys and mine was under impound in the laundry room, so he unlocked the door and let me inside.
    "Maybe you're full of bullshit."
    "I prefer the term cow manure."
    I rolled my eyes and nodded at a chair in front of my television. "Just set me down in my chair." He plopped me down and seated himself on the coffee table between me and the flat screen.
    "Are you sure you're going to be all right?" he persisted. "Did you want me to sleep on your couch for tonight? Or I could make a fort out of the cushions and put you in the middle to make you safe."
    "Um, yeah, I think these four walls will be safe enough," I replied.
    Garrison sighed and stood up. "All right, have it your way."
    "Naturally, I'm a girl."
    "I'll be sure to get a new key for you tomorrow. Anything else you might need?"
    "Yeah, an uneventful weekend." I slumped down and sighed. "For once I wish I'd been out partying instead of trying to have a relaxing Friday night at home."
    Garrison looked over my long face, and then glanced at the kitchen. "You want me to fix you something to drink? Could take your mind off things."
    "I don't think-"
    "Good, I'm glad you agree, and I know just the drink that will give you a good night's rest." He hurried over past my chair to the kitchen and banged all the cupboards shut searching for the ingredients to his concoction. After seeing his coffee a new offer of a drink wrenched my stomach.
    I turned around in my chair and glanced over the back. He'd already found a knife and was cutting away at an innocent orange with my blender at his side. "I'm fine, really," I called to him. Or I would be if he'd stop trying to spoon feed me his drinks. "I just want to get to bed and sleep until Doomsday."
    "Got any vodka?" he asked me.
    "Um, no, and as I was saying I'll be perfectly fine without-"
    "Damn it!" he swore. He held up his hand and grimaced at his fingers.
    "What happened?" I stumbled out of my chair and to the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. He turned his back to me so I couldn't see what was wrong.
    "It's nothing, just a flesh wound."
    "Uh-huh, turn around and let me see it. I don't want anybody bleeding to death on me." Garrison turned around and the hand he clutched had a nice, thick slice of dried blood on the top of his middle finger. "Ouch. Get some water on that, stat."
    "It's nothing, just some tomato," he insisted. There was a cut tomato beside the sliced orange.
    "Clean it off," I ordered him.
    He shrugged, walked over to the sink and let his finger sit under a steady stream of tap water. The water rinsed away the dried blood and revealed. . .nothing. Well, there was skin, but no cut beneath the blood. "See? I just thought I cut myself."
    This man was getting stranger and stranger. "You sure sounded convinced," I countered.
    "Um, April Fool's?"
    "It's October."
    "Trick-or-treat?"
    "I told you I don't like surprises."
    "Well, um, how about some of my Surprise Juice?" He whipped