Chapter 27
Casey woke before sunrise, her heart still racing from the memory she couldn’t escape — the way Miles had kissed her. Not imagined. Not almost. Not interrupted. A real kiss. Soft at first. Then deeper. Then everything. She pressed her fingers to her lips, still feeling the ghost of his mouth on hers. Her wolf stretched inside her chest, smug and warm, replaying the moment over and over. Casey groaned into her pillow. “This is bad.” Her wolf disagreed with a pleased rumble. She dragged herself out of bed, but the second she stepped into the hallway, she froze. His scent hit her instantly. Pine. Smoke. Warmth. Miles. He was close. Too close. Casey’s breath caught just as he appeared at the end of the hall, broad shoulders tense, eyes already locked on her like he’d been
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