“I’m sure someone else would be interested. I’m not,” he said.
There were plenty of big rigs on the periphery of the truck stop. Many of those men were quick to buy s*x. He wasn’t one of them.
“Trust me, you don’t know what you’re missing.” “He said he’s not interested.”
This time, the new voice caught his wolf’s attention. He returned the nozzle to the machine and turned around. It was Heather. Had she followed him way out here?
Her eyes were glazed over in a subtle yellow, a warning her she-wolf was close to the surface. The mating heat was taking hold and her impulse control would be dangerously poor.
“Why don’t you find your own man,” said the w***e.
Heather lunged forward, her claws breaking through her fingertips. David grabbed her around the waist before she could make contact
