Chapter Eleven
Emerald Selby looked a little familiar, but Owen wasn't sure why. Was it a resemblance to Stasia? There might have been a hint of it in the curve of her jaw and the shape of her nose, but with blonde hair falling in gentle waves past her shoulders and eyes as blue as the sea, not much about her coloring suggested a connection.
Some survival instinct instructed him to put distance between himself and his client. His wolf protested, but he managed to take half a step. He could still taste her on his lips and remember the press of her body as she sat in his lap.
He was going to kiss her again. And when he did, they weren't going to be interrupted.
His body ached with want. He knew l**t. He'd been a horny asshole at times, but it was nothing like what he felt when it came to
