Elaine
It was already half past ten when I finally trudged into Marty’s Auto Repair, a little more winded than I cared to admit. My legs ached from walking, and though my wolf form would’ve gotten me to the Grey Goose in record time, there was no way I was risking parading down the streets on four paws in broad daylight. If Marty didn’t have a loaner car for me, I’d be stuck hailing a cab, which wasn’t exactly my favorite option either.
Marty looked up from beneath the hood of some beat-up sedan as soon as I stepped into the garage. His gaze slid over me with a slow kind of inspection that made my skin itch, and then, of course, the inevitable grin followed.
“Well now,” he said, straightening up and wiping his hands on a rag. “For a pretty girl like you? Anything.”
He flung his arm out
