Krissy bit back on her arousal and focused on the nippy spring air and the fact that her cramps were back with a vengeance. Damn period.
She grabbed two of the heavy sacks and headed for her stairs, ignoring Taylor as she went.
"Hey, let me help," Taylor moved with the natural grace of most Shifters.
His hair was styled the way she liked, longer on top and buzzed on the sides. His face clean shaven and handsome as sin. She smelled the residue of shaving cream and realized he'd just come from the barber.
Hmm. That was odd. It was Thursday. He never went on a Thursday. She shook her head and focused on gathering her jacket and purse.
Lithe and lean with the build of a rodeo cowboy, he grabbed the rest of her shopping from the floor of the truck and silently followed her up the cracke
