Page 72 of The Wolf Prince

The rear door opens. A man steps out. Black dress shoes touch the pavement.

Then long legs.

Dark trousers.

Broad shoulders.

My heart stops.

No.

Freaking.

Way.

Grimm Palermo straightens beside the limousine.

For a second, I forget how breathing works. It's been almost a month since Back to School Night. Almost a month since those eyes watched me walk away.

And somehow he's even more devastating than I remember.

Dark gaze.

Dark hair.

Powerful body.

That same effortless air of authority that makes him look like he owns everything within a five-mile radius. Including the limousine.

Of course, he owns the limousine.

Why wouldn't he?

Grimm's gaze moves past Dora. Finds me. And stops.

He’s giving me a look. The look. And my stomach flips.

Hell, my knees threaten mutiny.

And something entirely different from what I feel around my Wolf wakes up inside me.

Heat.

Pure, feminine heat.

Dora looks between us.

Then smiles.

Oh, no. I know that smile.

“Aggie,” she says far too innocently, “this is Grimm.” Her eyes sparkle. “I believe you've met.”

“We have.”

Grimm's voice rolls across the space between us.

Deep.