Rock The Wolfe Read Free Page A

family. Besides, Toronto was no more than an hour-and-a-half’s drive should he need to see the doc.
    His parents’ house came into view. Back to the basement? No. Back to Toronto? No. He would do this. Tomorrow he would go for a walk and talk to Kerri again. She seemed to be a nice, normal woman. He found her attractive. Lush curves, great rack, and an ass he would kill to fondle and caress.
    He would fight this panic disorder—and win. He felt better already; he recognized the subtle differences for the better even in the last couple of weeks. He had lived with this condition for a few years, thinking he could handle it. The situation had worsened, eventually bringing him to his knees.
    Accepting help had been the first step. Now he needed to learn to live again.

 
     
     
Chapter Three
     
     
    Kerri stood in front of the full-length mirror. She could afford to lose close to forty pounds, but would settle for twenty. All her vows of exercising had fallen through the cracks of her busy, stressful life. By the time she arrived home from school, exhaustion prevented her from starting any kind of fitness program. Even her diet had been erratic. She would go weeks of eating properly, then fall off the wagon and have popcorn for supper with a sour cream and onion chips chaser all washed down with Pepsi Max.
    Summer would be the perfect time to lose weight. An abundance of fresh fruit and vegetables was available. She should be going for walks, like Wolfe. No wonder he looked whippet-thin. Back to thinking about him again. How could she not? Damn, the man could be a model. Well, a grunge model, but his masculine beauty had been breathtaking to observe. His flat stomach, trim waist, slim hips, and long legs—all part and parcel of a male model. Handsome as hell, and anxious, too. She’d seen it in his exquisite eyes.
    A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Walking into the hall, she could see a man’s head through the pane of glass near the top of the entrance.
    Holy hell, it was him . No mistaking that shade of hair.
    She opened the door.
    “Hey, Kerri. I’ve come for that drink.” He gave her a sexy, crooked grin.
    She had honestly thought she’d seen the last of him. What a shock. She stepped back.
    “Sure, come on in.”
    He stepped into the hall. Standing next to him for a moment, she reveled in his spicy scent and his height. Her throat closed over. He looked relaxed today. The white shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, showed a thatch of black hair dusted across impressive pecs. He wore leather pants. Tight ones. Very tight. She snapped her head upward and met his gaze.
    “Hi.” He winked.
    Her insides turned to Jell-O. His husky voice reverberated across her spine and settled between her legs. Wow .
    “Ah, sit in here. The living room isn’t very big, but it’s comfy.”
    Wolfe followed her in and took a seat on the sofa. The room had a mishmash of different furniture styles and colors, as family members usually sent their castoffs here. The large picture window had brown curtains that had seen better days, but the wood floor was new. A small brick fireplace completed the well-worn cozy look.
    Should she sit next to him on the couch? She glanced at the recliner. The temptation to inhale his scent and enjoy the scenery of his well-dressed self could not be denied. She sat next to him as close as she dared. The fact she’d invited a stranger into her place should give her palpitations, but for reasons she could not explain, Wolfe didn’t frighten her.
    “Sorry I left abruptly yesterday. It’s complicated and had nothing to do with you.”
    His voice had an emotional verve that clutched her heart. As much as she would love to have him elaborate, it would be wise to let him talk about himself at his own pace.
    “That’s all right. I can get you that drink. Lemonade? Something stronger? I have Pepsi Max.” She flashed him her best smile.
    “Maybe in a bit. Do you like rock