Page 84 of The Wolf Prince
Great.
This is absolutely perfect.
Nothing says seductive woman you'd regret turning down quite like crawling around your front porch gathering purse debris while a tampon attempts to escape into the shrubbery.
Kill me now.
Maybe the earth will open.
Maybe a sinkhole will form directly beneath my house.
Maybe—
A large hand reaches down and picks up my keys.
Of course he finds those first.
“Agatha.”
“Nope.”
I grab my phone.
One peppermint.
Two.
Where the hell did the tampon go?
“Agatha.”
“I'm fine.”
“You don't look fine.”
“Thank you. That's exactly what every woman wants to hear after getting rejected.”
His expression tightens.
Damn it.
Why did I say that?
I find the runaway tampon.
Victory.
I shove everything into my purse with absolutely no concern for organization and get to my feet.
Grimm is standing directly in front of me. Holding my keys.
My traitorous freaking keys.
“May I have those?”
I hold out my hand. He doesn't give them to me.
“Wait.”
