Conan POV
“You like her,” my wolf, Russel, said.
“I don’t.”
“It’s more than like, and you know it.”
I pushed Russel away, but he was a stubborn bugger and came right back.
“She’s either wolfless or defective,” he said. “Her scent is impeccable. How long are you going to keep this up?”
How could Josie tell me she was a beta wolf and not have a wolf?
She was a s**t liar and so far she’d lied to me from the day she set foot in my house. Not the best foundation for a mate bond. Anyway, I was thirty-one with a daughter and a steady fling, starting over with someone else wasn’t ideal, especially in my line of work.
Everything would have been fine between us if I hadn’t run into her skinny dipping in the pool. She’s gorgeous. Her body was sculpted by the gods. I knew I wasn’t the best
