Josie POV
“Is this your house?” I asked.
Conan rummaged for firewood to light up the fireplace.
“No, but I come here a lot. It might as well be mine.”
“It doesn’t work that way, though.”
“It’s abandoned, Josie, don’t worry. Found the firewood,” he called.
A few minutes later, Conan had a warm fire going. Every part of me was drenched, however, Conan was naked. I felt horrible for him.
The house nestled in the heart of the Pack forest had nice wooden furniture, curtains shielding the windows and faded artwork hanging on the walls.
Conan looked down at me, his eyes burning with something I couldn’t identify. Every inch of this man was sculpted by the hand of a master. I kept my attention on his face and not his package below his belly button.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, his vo
