Leah Rex is being weird. From the second Zoe and I walked into the aptly named Grey Wolf Brewery, he has been watching me. It’s intense, it’s hot, and it’s making me flustered. I’m struggling to remember why I decided we couldn’t fool around. “So, I take it things have progressed beyond staring matches in the kitchen between you and Mister Tall, Dark, and Broody? Or is this round two?” Zoe teases as she glances over to Rex, who lifts his gaze to mine, and those sexy hazel eyes of his flash green. Holy Moly. Whenever I get a glimpse of his wolf pushing forward, I feel like my underwear will spontaneously combust. Crossing my legs to ease the ache does nothing. I can feel myself getting wet, and from the fire in Rex’s eyes, he knows it. “Sorry?” I ask, completely zoning out. “Oh, well, yes, but we’re putting a pin in it with the whole working together thing.” I feel bad for lying to Zoe, but I can’t exactly say that even though we’re eye-fucking across the bar, I told him no more nook
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