Free Wolf Among Sheep: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Roadside Angels Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page A

way she had come to imagine him as he ever could. He wore a conservative dark blue suit, a crisp white button-down shirt, open at the collar, with cufflinks that she would later discover were wolf heads.
     
    “You look lovely,” he said, stepping aside for her to close the door behind her.
     
    “Thank you,” she replied, keeping her eyes on his chin, trying desperately to control the warmth creeping into her cheeks. “You look lovely, too!
     
    When he chuckled, she met his eyes at last and saw amusement and awareness in their blue depths. Whatever it was that always sprang to life when they were together had her by the throat already, as he extended his arm for her to rest her hand on. More gallantry from a man who was becoming increasingly dangerous to her peace of mind, she noted. Plus, for some reason, she felt treasured by his attention.
     
    They walked out to his truck, and when it became clear that her narrow skirt would make getting into the seat an issue, he scooped her up and placed her gently on the plush leather. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the same time that she inhaled deeply, and she wondered if she was becoming as deeply imprinted on him as he seemed to be on her. Strapping herself in, she waited for him to get in.
     
    “Comfy?” he asked, turning the key. The vehicle sprang to life beneath her feet as she nodded, curiously unable to speak.
     
    “We’re headed out to a fancy new eatery that’s only been open a year now. It’s a few miles away, but close enough that people here don’t mind the drive.”
     
    She returned the smile he slanted at her and then relaxed her spine against the seat back. She felt warm, despite the air conditioning, and she wondered how she would make it through dinner if merely being in Lex’s presence was raising her core temperature. She wondered how old he was, thinking that he was certainly older than the only other man ever to show any interest in her. And by comparison, Garth Crosby was definitely more boy than man. The thought unsettled her, and she shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. She didn’t want to think about what might happen when he discovered how untutored in the ways of men she truly was. And yet, perversely, she wanted to learn everything she was sure he could teach her.
     
    “You’re pretty quiet,” he remarked, glancing at her profile as they headed down the highway. “Did something happen?”
     
    Yes, she thought wildly, you did . “No, nothing happened. I’m okay.” She reached for control of her thoughts and added, “Thanks for asking.”
     
    “It’s just that I’m not used to a quiet Tamara Gibbs,” he continued, the smile in his voice warming her. “I’m used to sassy, feisty Tamara Gibbs. In-your-face Tamara Gibbs. Take-no-prisoners Tamara Gibbs.” He looked at her again before adding, “You seem so young to be so bossy.” His quiet chuckle pleased her. She loved that he was teasing her and found she was enjoying this side of him a whole lot.
     
    “Have you seen how tall I am?” she asked, ragging on herself. “I need to be bossy to get any attention.” She grinned when he laughed out loud.
     
    “I’m glad to see you can make fun of yourself, too,” he commented when he stopped laughing. “By the way, I’m sure you know the saying that it’s not the size of the gun, but the effect of the bullet.” He turned off the highway just then and gave his attention to making two quick left turns before he said, “I assume, based on our few encounters, that your bullets must pack a wallop, Tamara.”
     
    She couldn’t help it, but she preened at the admiration she could hear in his voice. He liked that she was who she was, and for some reason, she found that significant. She was as confused by her reactions to him as she was aroused by them. To get her mind away from her current thoughts, she sassed him instead and said, “I knew there had to be a reason folks like you.”
     
    When he chuckled