There was only one word Birdie could use to describe the Portland sheriff, ‘dreamy.’ The man’s looks were simply out of this world. He was big, muscular, and tall. He had a head full of blonde hair with those honey brown eyes that a woman could get lost in. His cheek bones were like those of the statues of ancient Greek gods. And his lips, Mama Mia!!!
She was sure women in his jurisdiction deliberately committed crimes just so they could be close to him.
When she arrived and saw hundreds of women in the pack simply standing or sitting and staring, she had wondered what had caught their attention, after seeing what held their devoted attention, she could understand them quite easily. The man was sin, temptation and lust on two legs.
“Please, our mate is hotter.” Her wolf disagreed with
