“It’s the strangest thing,” says Mallory. I’m back in my office to see if she figured out what was interfering with our program. “I can’t find anything wrong with the code, but Jasper’s profile won’t let the search work.”
“Maybe it has something to do with the fact we set this up for only twenty-five werewolves.”
“No, that’s not it.” A pen taps against the table as Mallory bounces it in her fingers. “I’m completely stumped.”
I reach over and grab her pen so she’ll stop the annoying noise. “Should I reload him? I could have done something wrong setting him up.”
“I doubt it, but sure, go ahead and delete his profile and start again.”
Mallory yawns, and I say, “Get out of here. I’m sorry I kept you late for this, but I appreciate your help.”
“No problem.” She shuts her laptop with a click and tucks it under her arm. “I’ll take another crack at it in the morning.”
I know better. Mallory is like a dog with a bone when a coding problem presents itself, and I bet she’ll stay up all night trying to sort out the issue. “No, you won’t.” I reach over and yank the computer out of her grasp. “This stays here.”
“Hey!”
“If I let you take this home, you’ll be working all night until you solve the problem.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “No, I won’t.”
“Right. Then you won’t care that this stays here.”
Mallory squints at me as she drops her hands. “I don’t like you when you’re pushy, Boss Lady.”
“Boss Lady?” Jasper steps into the room and flashes Mallory a smile that could land him a starring role in a toothpaste commercial.
Mallory lets out a low whistle as she scans the werewolf with her gaze. “Day-um. We don’t need to fix this guy’s profile. I’ll just take him home and call him mine.”
Jasper glares at her. “I belong to Marilyn.”
“Whoa.” Mallory throws up her hands and grins at me. “My mistake.”
I shake my head in reply with a stern expression while stopping myself from snapping back. I let out a heavy sigh. “What do you need, Jasper?”
“Can I talk to you when you have a minute?”
Mallory says, “I was just leaving.” She slides a hand down Jasper’s arm as she moves past him. “Too bad, outlaw, we’d have had some fun.” My heart stops a second, and the urge to punch Mallory overwhelms me. She has no right to touch him! “If you change your mind, the name’s Mallory.”
Jasper doesn’t take his gaze off of me as he barks out an order to her. “Shut the door on your way out.” Once Mallory is gone, he steps closer to me with a predatory look in his eyes. “I heard you have a coding problem.”
I step behind my desk to put it between us, and the laptop Mallory was using thumps when I set it down. I’m not sure how Jasper knows or why it would concern him. “We do, but I’m sure it’ll get sorted out.”
When Jasper reaches toward me, I step back. But he was lunging for the laptop and lifts it up with one large hand. “Let me take a look.”
“What? No.” I reach for the computer, but he lifts it above my head as if I’m a child.
“Why not?”
“Because for one, you don’t work for me. And two, if Mallory couldn’t figure it out, then it’s too—” I realize I’m about to insult his intelligence, and since he’s holding the laptop, I switch gears. “I’m sure it’s time consuming, and I couldn’t let you spend your night doing something I’m not authorized to pay you to do.”
Jasper’s sexy grin disappears. “You don’t think I can do it.”
“It’s not that. I swear.”
“No?” He plops down in the chair Mallory just vacated, and it groans under his massive body. “Then you won’t mind if I take a look.”
I bristle at the tactic I just used with Mallory. “Jasper. I don’t know.”
He ignores me as his fingers move smoothly over the keys, and I’m reminded of his graceful table manners. I never would have guessed he was a programmer too. This man might be more than a hot body after all. And I decide since he’s working on his own profile, I might as well let him take a shot at fixing it.
As Jasper scowls over what he’s seeing, I walk around my desk to peer over his shoulder. I see the usual lines of code. He says, “If you’re going to breathe down my neck, I’m going to lose my focus.”
“Oh.” I step back. “Sorry.” I wander back to my desk and know I should find something to do, but I can’t seem to stop staring at him.
He chuckles.
“What’s so funny?”
“You listed my profession as a personal trainer.”
I recall the conversation I had with Marilyn about what to put down as a placeholder for his profession. I thought manual labor, but she convinced me that a body like Jasper’s doesn’t just happen from a physical job and insisted it must be gym-created. “And that’s funny because?”
“Because I’m the biggest nerd you’ll ever meet.”
Now I chuckle because brilliant men do not look like Jasper. “You can’t be serious.”
“Found it.” He types something and then turns to me with the computer held out so I can see the screen. “Want to try me now?”
His tone is suggestive, and I scowl at him before I click on the search matches button. The screen begins to populate with a list of potential females for Jasper based on the made-up profile Marilyn and I created. I stare at him in shock. “How did you find it so quickly?”
“Basic hacker move.”
“Someone’s hacked into our system? That’s not possible.”
“Not only is it possible, it happened.” The chair squeaks as Jasper leans back. “You’ve got a security problem.”
“No.” My stomach knots up, and my shoes click on the floor as I begin to pace. Who would want to break into a small dating program for a tiny coastal town? “We’re nobody! And we have one of the best computer programmers in the world.” I turn on my heel to face him. “How could this happen?”
“You don’t have the best programmer in the world.” He grins at me. “But you could.”
My friend Charlie’s werewolf husband, Ryan, is a computer programmer, too, and it occurs to me that if he and Jasper worked together, it wouldn’t be hard to have Jasper checked out. “Are you saying you’re the best?”
“I’m saying I can fix this.”
The edge of my desk is hard on my bottom as I lean against it, and I groan. “I insisted we hire Mallory, against what Kevin wanted. What’s he going to do when he finds out she let a hacker in? I could easily lose my job, and more importantly, the entire dating program could be ruined by some jerk in their basement with nothing better to do.” My stomach knots up. “If Mallory couldn’t find a solution, I’m not sure who I can find to fix this.”
“Really, Marilyn?”
“Kevin’s not going to want you to do this.”
Jasper raises his eyebrows. “You think I’m afraid of Kevin? This isn’t going to go away. The door to your system has been opened, Marilyn.”
“I can’t pay you.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’m doing this to help you. Kevin doesn’t have to know. You’re my mate, and I’m on your side.” His gaze intensifies when he adds, “Always.”
I take a deep breath because as much as I want to ponder the fact Jasper might be my type after all, I’m trying to come to terms with letting him help. But if I don’t do something, I won’t have a job anyway. “Do it.” I catch myself and add, “Please.”
Jasper nods at me, and he gets up from his chair to grab the laptop. “I’ll have you set by morning.” I watch him walk toward the door, and while I enjoy the view, it hits me that he has a brain that is just as sexy. He glances over his shoulder at me and says, “There better be jelly donuts for breakfast. They’re”—he pauses for a moment to flash me a playful smile—“sticky.”
Once he’s gone, I stare down at my hand and imagine the heat of his mouth on my fingers as he works his way through them all. A shiver of desire runs through me as I let myself contemplate the fact that Jasper said he was the biggest nerd I’d ever meet. Dare I believe he is the incredible kind of man that makes my body sing and who also has a mind that will challenge and satisfy my intellect?
“So many lilies,” I say to Val. The scent from the gathered pink and white Stargazer lilies is strong in the conference room of Kevin Black’s office building, and I wonder how the werewolves in attendance are dealing with it. “Did you rob a cemetery?”“I had nothing to do with it.” Val holds up her left palm to shield her right index finger as she points to the scowling giant leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, looking like someone’s bodyguard. She mouths the words, “But I think he did.”I glance around the sunlit room. Round indents in the carpet mark where a table must have sat at one point, and a podium adorned with some of the flowers stands at one end of the room.“It looks fantastic in here, Val. Thank you.”“It’s not my best work. But the light is perfect. If we hurry, the sun will be setting right about the time you say ‘I do.’”I lo
“What do you think?” Ryan asks. The smirk on his face tells me he knows how sexy he looks in his perfectly tailored suit.I chuckle. “That’ll do.” But my smile is strained, and I can’t keep my gurgling stomach quiet, especially from werewolf ears. “Lunch didn’t agree with me.”“You didn’t eat much lunch. Or any breakfast.”“Yeah. I don’t eat breakfast. And lunch…” I walk over to him, replaying in my mind that scene from our picnic in the rain. His silk tie is smooth in my fingers when I adjust it. “I was a bit distracted.”But even the memory of our amazing physical chemistry can’t keep my hands from shaking.Ryan wraps his fingers around mine. “It’s going to be okay. You really are going to enjoy my bite.”“That’s no longer the part I’m worried about.”“I’m so sorry y
The teakettle hisses on the stove, but I can’t seem to climb out of my place on the couch to do anything about it.Ryan gets up, and not only does he remove the boiling water from the burner, but he splashes it into a mug he’s prepared to make tea for me. The pillow in my hands is soft as I squeeze it tightly to my chest.My phone dings with a text, and I glance at the coffee table to see a notification from Val. She’s dying of curiosity about how things are going with Ryan, but because I can’t tell her about him being a werewolf, I’m afraid to answer.The couch sinks as Ryan sits next to me and places my tea on the coffee table. “Talk to me, Charlie.” When I don’t respond, he places a hand on my arm so lightly that I can hardly feel it. “Scream, break something, hit me. Please. Whatever you need to do to get the frustration out, please do it.”I turn to him. “Would it make a difference?”“It might make you feel better. This quiet version of you is scaring me.”I snort. “You want to k
“You’re not listening,” Ryan tells me, gripping my wrists to keep me from peeling off his towel.We both took hot showers, separately, when we returned from the park, and I’m in a thin silk robe that I know hugs my curves and leaves little to the imagination.“I’m struggling to keep control, Charlie,” he says. “We dodged a bullet earlier, and now I need you to be strong for us.”“It’s not like my apartment is bugged or anything.”Ryan mumbles something under his breath that sounds a lot like, “But my mind is.”The idea that his alpha could be tapping into his thoughts for no reason seems ridiculous.I undo my robe’s tie, letting the smooth fabric slip through my hand, and shrug out of the garment. It slithers down to my feet, and Ryan’s chest expands with a sharp inhale.I smile. “Then perhaps I’ll just give you a little visual foreplay.”Ryan groans. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He drops his towel too.I sashay to the bed with him close at my heels. The mattress sinks beneat
We’re nearly done eating when a cold ocean breeze slices through the warm air, and we both glance out over the water to see dark clouds approaching.I turn to Ryan. “A storm is coming in fast.”Ryan polishes off the last bit of a sandwich and licks mustard off his fingers. “Rain?” He scans me with his gaze. “You in a wet dress…”I go there too. “You in a shirt stuck to your body.”His eyes twinkle with mischief. “We’re not going anywhere.”I chuckle. “I suppose not.” As soon as I get the words out, fat drops of water start to fall, splattering on the leaves of the tree above us.The storm turns out to be powerful, so we decide to pack up the picnic items. When strong gusts of wind begin to blast at us, I know it’s time for us to abandon our plan.“Come on!” I have to yell to be heard over the steady beat of heavy rain falling. When I jump to my feet to jog out from under the tree, my body gets completely soaked. Ryan joins me, and I grab his hand to tug him to the uneven rocky path wh
Ryan groans from the couch, and I glance over to see he’s got a green tint to his skin.“You’ve got a whopper of a hangover,” I tell him as I portion out coffee grounds. Ryan slept on my couch last night, where I managed to get him to lie down after he performed a stumbling version of a dance he’d seen in a movie about male strippers. “It’s obvious werewolves don’t drink for a reason.”“Your voice hurts my head.” He tugs the blanket over his head and moans. “This is your fault.”The fridge light spills out as I tug the door open. “I tried to warn you, but you said I was being a control freak.” I pour Ryan a glass of water from a chilled pitcher and open a cabinet in search of headache medicine. “And when I tried to keep you from drinking too many, you wouldn’t listen.”He whimpers. “I have a vague recollection of that. You can send me home now if you’d like.”“The thought has crossed my mind. But I bet that’s against the rules this early in the process. For now, we’re stuck with each