Free Beneath the Patchwork Moon (Hope Springs, #2) by Alison Kent Page B

grin. “It’s what I do, figuring things out. Figuring people out.”
    “Oh?” Angelo asked.
    His tone, a ridiculous display of machismo, had Luna rolling her eyes. Then Will made a big mistake, opening his mouth and giving Angelo more ammunition along with more of the wolf: “I had a lot of quiet time to learn how during the three years I was in prison.”
    “You were in prison?” Angelo asked, advancing.
    “Come on,” she said to Will, grabbing his upper arm and turning her back on the raging bull snorting behind her. This was one drama she did not need in her life. “I’ll walk you to your truck.”
    “While I’ve got your attention and you’ve got my arm, have you thought more about snatching up one of the textile warehouse lofts? Those things are going fast, and there aren’t that many to be had.”
    “Not only have I thought more about it,” she said, pausing before the punch line. “I pick up my keys tomorrow.”
    “Seriously?” He opened his door and dug for his key ring, bobbing his head as if he approved. “All right. Neighbors. We’ll have to grill a crate of corn or something. Celebrate.”
    “Sure. If you’re still there by the time I’m all moved in.”
    “I like Hope Springs. I like working with Ten. I might stick around awhile. It’ll be good to have you close,” he said, his dimples digging crescents in his cheeks when he grinned. “You know. If I need to borrow a scarf or something.”
    “Uh-huh.” She’d decided months ago this one was too clever for her. She was pretty sure she’d decided right. “I’d thought about renting a house in town, or an apartment, but with the lofts being snapped up… And there’s enough space for my loom. I really like the idea of working from home.”
    “The way you do now?”
    “Except it would be out of my own home. Not my parents’.”
    “Hey, you’ve got a good thing going. You sure you want to mess it up?”
    Wasn’t he just urging her not to let the lofts get away? “It’s less about messing it up than it is getting on with my life and letting my parents get back to theirs.”
    “And that guy up there?” Will canted his head to indicate Angelo, who was no doubt still glaring. “Is he part of getting on with your life?”
    If he was, she certainly wasn’t going to admit it to Will. “He’s part of getting on with the arts center. That’s all.”
    “Right.” The corner of his mouth lifted wickedly. “You may think that’s why he’s here, but he’s got other things on his mind.”
    Why was she giving him an explanation…? “We have a history. I’ve known him forever. And most of that time we’ve been at each other’s throats.”
    “I’m going to say the rest of the time you were at each other in bed.”
    “It’s not like that with me and Angelo.” Not anymore, though when it had been… She took a deep breath, blowing away the thought as she exhaled.
    “Maybe not for you. It is for him.”
    Luna found herself frowning. Was he right? Or was he just being his usual frustrating self? Then she remembered the kiss, and Angelo’s need. She glanced toward the porch, and lust made itself known, tingling in places heated by Angelo’s narrowed gaze.
    “You just met him,” she said, turning back to Will and knotting her hands at her waist. “You don’t know anything about him.”
    “I know this,” he said, the dark brow not hidden by his hair arching deliberately. “I don’t need to be his pal to know this.”
    Pal?
“You won’t mind if I don’t take your word for it.”
    “Don’t mind at all. You
should
find it out for yourself,” he said, and tossed back his hair. “I think you’d have a really good time doing so. And he obviously needs to have a good time.”
    Enough. She held up one hand. “Listen, wolf boy, just because you’re all about sex—”
    “Don’t be naive, Luna. All men are all about sex. Whether we get it or not is another thing entirely.”
    She bit her tongue before asking who