Parker
Over the next two days, he found Carina was loud, and clicked around the place in those high heels of hers everywhere she went, even in their suite. He’d gone so far as to hand her a pair of soft-soled ballet flats, because his hearing couldn’t take it anymore, he could hear her coming from the other end of the packhouse. That woman never just walked normally.
Carina had stared at them and then looked at him and stated “What do you want me to do with those hideous things?” Wouldn’t even take them from his hand. “I’m not wearing them, if that is what you expect.” She’d folded her arms across her chest and shaken her head no.
“Your clicking around in heels is killing my wolf’s hearing.”
“Then lay carpet. I’m not giving up my heels for you.” she’d told him and walked away, muttered
