A woman does what’s necessary to get her man… When Drayce Freeman rocked Kinsey Jamison’s world one passionate night and then turned tail and ran the morning after, she did the only thing a self-respecting woman would. Chase him down and prove they had the zing. Fortunately her BFF, a jaguar shifter, gave her the 411 on wolves—or most of it, that is. She’s ready to do whatever it takes to get her man—even if it means taking on the whole pack. The last thing Drayce needs right now is the sexy human his inner wolf wants to claim showing up in Los Lobos. The headstrong, goofy female refuses to take no for an answer. Living on the fringes of a rebuilding pack is hard enough, but now he has the widow of his pack mate and a rugrat to deal with. Adding a human to the mix would be a mistake. Duty sucks.
Desire flared. She shifted on her stool. This wasn’t good. The last thing she needed to do was surrender to the need for wild monkey sex. Even though they’d both collapse in pleasure afterward, they’d be right back to where they started. Phase one was establishing limits.
“Well, I was going to wait until we were alone to discuss this, but now is as good of a time as any I suppose.” She took a sip of the water Gee had dropped off at some point without her noticing. “I came here for you, for us. But I see we need boundaries.”
“Yes.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her list notebook. Retracting the pen from its perch in the spiral binding, she clicked it open and flipped to the index. Her heart beat wildly under Drayce’s intense scrutiny. She scrawled Boundaries on the next available page and flipped to it, repeating the title at the top. “Now, we establish the rules.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“My Nans always said all good relationships understand the boundaries. Great relationships are dynamic and have breathable borders as they grow. So, yes. We need boundaries because I know we can have the real deal.”
“Jesus.” Drayce ran his hand through his hair, putting his other on his hip. His lips thinned to barely visible lines of displeasure. “You’re crazy.”
“Maybe.” She shrugged. “Doesn’t make me wrong though. And by the way, my first boundary will be you always having my back, never saying those sorts of things about me around others. It’s okay with me, but no one else.”
Her hand trembled slightly as she wrote the first boundary. No name calling around others.
Gaze narrowed, he read what she’d added and studied her a moment. He grabbed the pen and scratched out “around others.”
Her breath held, she read as he added to the list. Think before we speak. “I’m a gruff son of a bitch, but I’d never intentionally degrade you, Kinsey.”
“Good. This is a great start.” She closed the notebook, but he grabbed it and thumbed through the pages. His eyebrows rose as he flipped each page.
Unease settled in her belly. No one had ever read the things she wrote there, seen the need she had for order. Hell, Lauren didn’t even know she kept the lists. Her Nans knew because she’d taught her how, to keep the jumble out of her head.
“You’ve got a lot of lists here.” He set the notebook down on the bar and turned to the next empty page. “I’m thinking you missed one.”