Would I like to dance? Maybe. But with Reed? I perused him more closely than I usually did. He was handsome; there was no doubting that. I’m sure most women would be happy to spin around the floor with him in his three-piece suit, and perfectly styled hair. It was long enough to dig your fingers into, something most of the wolves around here didn’t bother with.
But my wolf was not interested. She huffed a low sound of disapproval before curling up with her head propped on her front feet.
I shook my head no, and he accepted gracefully. He did everything gracefully. Even if I was into him, I’d feel awkward all the time. I was not fancy, not like him. He exuded wealth, and I lived in beat-up sneakers and hoodies.
“Oh, s**t. If you’ll excuse me, I need to prevent a fistfight.” He strode off
