Free Werewolves in Love 2: Yours, Mine and Howls by Kinsey Holley Page B

type.”
    “Me neither.”
    “You hugged and kissed Shawn.” That sounded weird. “I mean, I thought it was sweet.”
    “Shawn is like my little brother. I take special care of him.”
    One hand moved to the base of her skull, where he began to massage her scalp gently. She loved it when someone played with her hair. In Cade MacDougall’s hands, it became an erogenous zone.
    She really should stop this. She really didn’t want to.
    When she turned around to face him, her nose hit him right at the sternum. Intoxicated by the scent of him, she stared at the strip of tan flesh framed by his unbuttoned polo. The outrageous desire to lick him returned.
    She pressed her back against the door to look up at him. She couldn’t raise her gaze much past his mouth and those full, sensuous lips in the beard that looked soft to the touch. He rested his hands lightly on her upper arms.
    “Thank you,” she murmured. “That was wonderful. I think I should leave now. Will you kick me out tomorrow?”
    “No. I’m not going to kick you out ’til I’ve figured you out.”
    “I wasn’t lying about what I heard at the restaurant.”
    “I believe you. I don’t know why, but I do.” He released her arms—reluctantly, it seemed, but maybe that was just what she wanted to believe—and she groped behind her for the doorknob. She tried not to stumble as she walked out backwards, Cade following, still looming.
    As they walked out into the foyer, he said, “Tomorrow I’ll show y’all around a bit and you can see the swimming pool.”
    “That would be great. Thank you.”
    “Good night, Ally.”
    “Good night, Cade.”
    She walked up the stairs without looking back. She could feel his eyes on her all the way to her room.

Chapter Nine
    He slept like hell, woke up surly and called the hospital. Aaron’s condition remained unchanged.
    The suicide attempt had blindsided him. His near-telepathic ability to read other people worsened the guilt. He hadn’t been looking after his pack as he should. He’d let personal matters—nanny drama, the other Alphas, Dylan’s discovery—absorb too much of his attention. Unfortunately, those were all important issues. He couldn’t ignore any of them, and certainly not the Alphas.
    The phone call to Rufus Stapkis had been even worse than expected. Stapkis accused Cade outright of trying to kill Aaron. Stapkis and Cade had never even met. The meeting planned for tomorrow was supposed to facilitate some kind of détente. No chance of that now.
    Stapkis would want to visit Aaron at the hospital. Protocol demanded he pay a visit to Cade first. But Stapkis didn’t recognize Rocky Mountain, and Cade couldn’t allow Stapkis to enter his territory without permission.
    He might end up fighting the old wolf after all.
    Michael had called Chicago and St. Louis to cancel the meeting. They’d indicated they still wanted to meet with Cade, so he would go to Denver tomorrow as planned. He’d worry about Stapkis after that.
    Today, he would spend time with his guests. And tonight, with his wolves.
    He went in search of Ally first. He told himself he did it because she’d know where the others were, and not because he wanted to see her the most.
    Ally and Becca were getting along famously in Becca’s room, Ally clapping and cheering while Becca danced to The Wiggles on TV. Baby Girl begged to go with them. It reminded him that his daughter didn’t spend enough time with other children or with him. More guilt.
    He filled Ally in on Aaron as they walked downstairs.
    “I think Seth and Dec drove into town after lunch. They wanted to look around.”
    “I guess it’s just you, me and Dylan,” he replied. The prospect of spending time with her, without the other wolves, pleased him—which annoyed him. He’d honor his deal with the Houston Alpha, but he didn’t want Ally staying any longer than necessary. He needed one less complication in his life.
    Dylan was perched on the pasture fence chatting with