The Coven And The Red Moon

TER

iel,

ollow me, please. I’m emb

’t be. I can’t

at stretched down a quiet area between the parking lot and a

I’m in werewolf shape I know things and see them as the wolf, but my

gh for you to be unab

ven’t been able to stop thinking about them since.

You do remember t

d a weak sh

e confusing. Do you re

on’t have a good image of you, just sort of a m

ap with both fists, the fish wobbled before her as she to

ot a guy who can—Do you know how hard it is

en that hard. You f

ore. Where the hell were his manners? “Forgive me. I’ve no talent approaching women. I mean, I do it all the time. Not like a stalker or anything—ah hell. I just.

r. Yes, he’d seen her naked. And he remembered that image much better than he would ever admit to her. Soft, generous curves, and so much go

Wai

h one of those sexy shoes, and offered a shrugging smile. “It was a remarkable beginning, that was fo

Honestly? I might have leered a bit. Y

d purse tightly, and he

his watch. Almost midnight. Shit. He had to stop by th

Mir

s I’ve ever had the chance to look into. But I promise I won’t com

this time when she spoke,

tart over?”

anxiety swept downward and flooded out across the sidewalk

of her purse. It was her cell phone, which she handed to

she knew how much courage it had taken him to cross the taproom t

his number into her phone.

er back the slim pink phone. “What would you think

o work tomo

“O

don’t you stop by my place around noon

” He tapped the side of his nose. “Lila

oh. Righ

ing lot he turned and waved at her. She remained in the middle of the street. Probably waiting for him to leave before she return

rated his life right now. Almost okay, with a side of what the devil. The almost okay

n just shifting without volition, so had finally gone to see a doctor a few days ago.

t that. He’d been invited to a pret

lge in a shout o

Yet, besides the naked woman, it hadn’t been a pleasant experience. He remembered someone screaming, and then the sight of a beautiful woman—naked. He wasn’t going to

on that tiny package topped with

gas station on the way here. Blue daisies. He liked blue. Her eyes were blue. But the

aside in the little flower garden that hugged the front o

one. But his nervousness around the female sex could never be allayed by his usual confident alpha surety. Women

the door knocker and muttered, “Please

ibility of God, so if there existed a higher power, he hoped

flour-dusted face of a witch who sported a surprised look on her face. Hell, he should have called fi

r her blue eyes, she glanced to the flower