Nate’s sidelong glances flickered to the passenger seat, his eyes tracing me in the car’s confined space. The air hummed with unspoken tension, a fragile thread stretched taut. He tugged at his shirt, unfastening two buttons to bare a sliver of skin, as if the night’s breeze could cool the heat simmering beneath. But the open window stole my scent, carried it away on the wind, and his wolf bristled, restless and unsatisfied.
With a decisive press, he sealed the windows shut, the car cocooning us in silence. Avoiding my gaze, he spoke, voice low, an attempt to drown out the primal urge drawing him to my fragrance. “In such a rush to get home—still under a curfew?”
He hadn’t seen Addie’s shoving match with me downstairs. After issuing orders to Jax, he’d grabbed his keys and chased after m
