Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

turned into a big old teddy bear. A baby could ride him now. But you might be more careful next time you hop on an unfamiliar horse. You never know what might happen.”
    She grimaced. “I didn’t even think. Don’t worry. I plan on sticking to motorized vehicles from now on.”
    “That’s a shame. I hear you looked really good on top.” He almost danced for joy at the shy smile she gave him. “So what do you say, Charlie? How about letting me cook you dinner?”
     

     
    Charlie checked herself before giving her answer. She wanted to take Blane up on his offer, but should she? She still didn’t know why they’d kept watch on her. Plus, she had to wonder. Did he really know what had happened with Reese? If he did, it didn’t seem to bother him. Then why should she let what happened hold her back from getting to know the friendlier brother? After she found out why they’d spied on her, of course.
    He’d taken care of her broken-down pickup and had even arranged for someone to take Ripcord back home. She did kind of owe him for those two things, even if his brother deserved everything she’d done. Besides, she was so hungry she could eat a horse. She glanced at Ripcord, thankful that the horse couldn’t read her mind.
    She gnawed on her lower lip and saw him watch her. She nodded then started toward the house. “Okay, I accept on one condition.”
    “What’s that?”
    “You can fix me dinner, but you have to tell me why you and your brother were watching me.”
    “Deal.”
    Hmm. That was easy enough.
    He fell into step beside her. The sexual tension between them rippled through the air and made the hair on her arms stand up. What was it about Reese and Blane that made her want to rip off her clothes and shout, “Come and get me!”?
    “I hope you’re a good cook.” Maybe if she kept the conversation light, she could ignore the wetness growing between her legs.
    “I am. I know most of the men around here would rather eat bugs off a dead bird than cook, but I find it relaxing. And if I can cook for a beautiful woman, then that’s a major plus in my book.”
    He strode ahead of her and scooped up the bag sitting next to the front door. “I hope you like spaghetti.”
    She could already feel the carbs sticking to her hips. “I like it too much. You don’t want to leave me alone with the pot. If you do, don’t expect to find any leftovers.”
    “I have no intention of leaving you alone.” His blue eyes, just a hint darker than his brother’s, yet still flecked with amber, unnerved her but in a good way.
    Her hand was on the doorknob, yet she suddenly found she couldn’t twist it open. Was he talking about leaving her alone with the spaghetti? Or something more? Her mind betrayed her vow to keep things light by sending her a mental picture of Blane tying her hands to the bedpost while Reese secured her ankles to the foot of the bed.
    “Charlie? Are we going inside, or are we just going to stand out here all night?”
    “Oh. Sorry.” She came back to reality, opened the door, and led him inside. The house was nothing like her home back in Boston, but she liked it anyway. She felt more at ease, relaxed in the small house than she’d ever felt in her spacious Boston apartment. Part of it was that her mother’s decorator had taken over furnishing the huge apartment and none of the items he’d bought had really fit her taste. But she hadn’t cared. She’d never thought of her apartment as a home but as a place where she put her things and laid her head after a grueling ten-hour workday.
    “Um, the kitchen isn’t much.”
    He forged ahead of her into the tiny galley-style kitchen. “As long as you have a range, I’ll be fine.”
    She tried to see the kitchen through his eyes. Although tiny, it still had all the necessary items like an oven, range top and refrigerator along with a counter microwave. Since she’d eaten mostly sandwiches and frozen dinners off paper plates, she hadn’t cared that the kitchen didn’t have a dishwasher.
    She slid onto one of the two barstools and watched him pull the ingredients out of the bag and set them on the countertop. He busied himself, searching through drawers and cabinets for the tools he needed to cook with, then placed a big pot on top of the stove.
    “I’m totally clueless when it comes to cooking, but I feel like I should still offer to help.”
    He bent over to retrieve a colander from under the stove. She leaned to the side, her mouth