Free Wolf Bite (Wolf Cove #2) by Nina West Page A

because I saw them firsthand and, well,
they’re definitely together.
    “What? No.” Katie laughs. “Oh, you’re so adorable and
innocent. I know it doesn’t make much sense to you. We’re best friends first,
and Rachel likes guys as much as girls, so I’m not going to tell her she can’t
be with them. That’ll never work. She’ll end up miserable and I don’t want
that. So we’re open about things.”
    Open? “So you mean you’re okay with her messing
around on you?” People actually make those kinds of arrangements?
    “We don’t look at it like that. We’re just enjoying life and
our bodies while we’re young and we can, you know?”
    Not really, but I’m learning quickly.
    “So, can you please just try?”
    I sigh. Firing Rachel was definitely a big mar on Henry’s
reputation with his staff. “I’ll ask him tomorrow.”
    She gasps. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You’re the
best!” Before I know what’s happening, her mouth is planted on mine in a hard kiss,
the taste of alcohol lingering on her lips.
    Pushing her off with an embarrassed chuckle, I warn her, “I
can’t promise anything, so don’t get your hopes up.”
    “Too late! They’re up!”
    She’s about to roll away when I grab her. “Hey, did you tell
anyone about the other day? About giving me a you-know-what ?”
    “No? I don’t think so?” A pause, and though it’s dark, I
picture her pretty face scrunched up in thought. “Well, I may have
mentioned it when I was trying to convince Darian from over in cabin eight to
do hers, because have you seen her in the shower? It’s nowhere as wild as yours
was but it definitely could use some tidying. Why?”
    I sigh. No, I didn’t notice Darian from over in cabin eight,
but I don’t have the obsession with ripping hair from bodies that Katie does.
“No reason. Just something Tillie said.”
    She snorts out loud. “Tillie’s got lots to say. So... how does
it look?”
    I hesitate, but then remind myself that there’s no point in
being modest around Katie. “Good. I guess?”
    “Ha! Told you so. We’ll have to buy a kit in Homer and do it
here next time, so we don’t get into trouble with the boss again.”
    “Yay. Can’t wait,” I mutter, though I have to admit I am
happy that we went through with it, given how acquainted Henry has gotten with
that part of me.
    She rolls away and stumbles from my bed—the bottom bunk in a
cabin of three sets—and into hers.
    And now I’m wide awake, with the taste of liquor coating my
lips, staring at the bottom of the bunk on top of me where Autumn snores
softly. I learned her secret to undisturbed sleeping: a face mask and earplugs.
Apparently everyone around here sleeps with plugs and face masks. Everyone
except me.
    Not that either of those would help with my spinning
thoughts.
    What is Henry doing right now?
    Sleeping, I’m sure. I wish I were lying next to him in bed.
But that will never happen, not as long as I’m working for him here.
    I sigh. How am I even going to broach this subject with him?
And tomorrow, when he’s already got so much on his plate. I could lie and tell
Katie that I asked about Rachel and he said no, but I’d rather know that I
genuinely tried.
    If I can just get him alone for fifteen minutes, I could
make sure he’s in a really good mood before asking.
    Turning onto my side, I close my eyes and let myself drift
off with a smile of anticipation.
    ~ ~ ~
    I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Maybe it’s
because my relationship—both work and otherwise—with Henry has been pretty
clear-cut so far: Henry says “jump” and I say “how high?” It’s not the other
way around: me, asking him for things. Me, telling him what I want. Outside of
the bedroom, that is. Though, even in the bedroom, he’s pretty demanding.
    After an hour of staring at my phone, contemplating my best
strategy, I remind myself that while, yes, he’s intimidating and we’ve barely
scratched the surface of knowing