Chapter Seventeen Trials of LoveLuca parked his Jeep down the street from Jules’s house. He slammed the door and climbed out just as Jules’s little silver car pulled into her driveway. Jules stepped out, shutting her own car door behind her. At first, he thought she might have missed the six-foot-four werewolf jogging toward her in the pouring rain until she was in his arms. He lifted her off her feet and held her tightly as the rain soaked them both.
“I’m sorry Gabriel took it badly,” he said, loosening his grip but not setting her back on her feet just yet.
Jules studied him a moment. He might have felt awkward if he hadn’t been doing the same thing to her. Without warning, she closed the space between them and kissed him. He pulled her close again, chuckling and reciprocating in kind.
