Tara was giggling like a little girl by the time Martin got her into the building, which was the library. Kent hadn’t been joking about playing hide and seek. Martin had had to hide her at least twice between leaving his house and reaching the library.
The members of the pack were not yet awake, just like he had said, but the enforcers that patrolled the territory during the night had been around, carrying out their responsibilities.
To mask her scent, Martin had given her the shirt he had been wearing. The fabric of the shirt still held his warmth when Tara pulled it over her head and it touched her skin. She had taken a deep breath of his smell, enjoying the almost high feeling it gave her.
Now that Martin had told her certain things, Tara didn’t question her reaction to him so much
