Page 64 of Bad Girl
I should just give up now.
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He shifted back first and although we shouldn’t have, we watched his naked human butt walk out of the dining room. He’d gone to get some clothes for me and we certainly didn’t tell him we had some with us. He might think this was premeditated or that Bad Girl couldn’t control herself.
She snorted.
When he returned it was in a pair of shorts.
Stop panting, you’re embarrassing me, Bad Girl snickered.
A girl can look, I said defensively.
He laid some clothes on the chair, then crouched down, raising one hand. Bad Girl stood her ground. He didn’t move his hand any closer. Bad Girl raised her head and sniffed at it.
He smelled just right, unlike his brother. She didn’t growl.
Neither of us moved for a moment, but he didn’t touch us.
“Take your time,” he said before he stood.
He walked to the door, but glanced back and that’s when I saw the longing in his eyes. There was a degree of melancholy behind them. Before I could delve deeper he turned, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.
What was that all about?
Who knows.
My gut—our gut—told me she knew.
But I became focused on returning to my human form as she released me.
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Conrí drove us home.
He was quiet, deep in thought—split between the road and everything that had happened tonight. It was uncanny how easily I could read him. Then something occurred to me as we drew into my street. He hadn’t set a sat nav. Not once. Not like the driver.
“How do you know where I live?” I asked.
He smiled, keeping his eyes on the road.
“I may have stalked you a little. To find out what you were.”
Naughty, Bad Girl muttered, though I sensed she was more annoyed at herself for never catching his scent in the area.
“And what did you learn about me?”
“That you don’t close your blinds.” A pause.“And that you know exactly where to bite.”
My head snapped toward him so fast I pulled my neck. Which only made it worse—the movement brought his scent from the T-shirt directly to me.
“So you know what happened?”
“I may have paid Mr McAdam a visit in the hospital.”
I winced.
“How was he?”
