Side Hustle
I read a few pages, and already I’m imagining the alpha werewolf in my book to look like Weston.
Dammit.
“I have something for you,” he says, coming back down the stairs. He’s wearing black athletic pants and a Chicago Bears hoodie. I’m not a big sports fan, but I do support my city.
“You do?”
“Well, kind of.” He crosses the room. “Grab your coat.”
Setting my book down, I get up and hurry after him. “If it’s a cat, you should have waited until Jackson wakes up.”
He gives me a playful glare. “It’s not a cat.”
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