Chapter 3
She smelled like fall with a hint of vanilla. And she was a spitfire inside of a tiny red-headed body. I could tell. I liked that. And so did my wolf.
I dropped her hand, surprised at the warmth of her skin. “What are you?” I asked.
“Not important. Can you take me to see Major or not?”
“Not,” I said, giving her my shoulders so she’d get the hint. It was bad enough Margorie had told this woman I’d bought her a milkshake. Now she thought it was an excuse for her to come talk to me. And ask favors.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know you.”
“Ask me questions,” she spat back.
“No.”
“I need to talk to Major.”
“Sorry, can’t help you.” I scraped up the last bit of cherry pie and tried to enjoy the way it tasted. This was my sanctuary and the way I could get myself back under control w
