When he struggled awake the next morning Vincent was both p*ss*d and immediately wanted to punch himself.
Firstly, Evelyn was not in the bed with him, nor in the cottage.
Secondly, what the f*ck did he do last night?
He turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, rubbing a hand over his face in agitation. He had to be losing his goddamn mind. Dry humping Evelyn in the middle of the f*ck*ng night! What the hell had he been thinking?
He hadn't been. He'd let his d**k and his wolf do the thinking for him. And he'd loved every d*mn minute.
His wolf let out a growl. It wanted to find Evelyn. He wanted to find Evelyn.
Where the f*ck was Evelyn?
Sitting up he let out a snarl at the empty cottage. That girl was a walking accident waiting to happen. He did not like having her out of s
