**Evelina's POV**
I blushed a deep red at his words, considering it. But the very real possibility of his stepsister walking in on us made me give pause. The vindictive part of me relished the idea of her finding me in the kitchen with Gabe between my legs.
“Weren’t we supposed to meet Kirsty for brunch?” I queried nonchalantly, recalling his stepsister. Waking up in a good mood meant that I could deal with Plastic b***h for a few hours if it was important to Gabe.
Gabe shrugged. “I told her we got in late last night and it wasn’t possible.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. We actually had left early last night. Why had he lied? “She’s supposed to visit the pack anyway in a weeks time. You can get to know her then.”
I really didn’t want to get to know her. But Gabe’s dark gaze on my
