Free A Werewolf in Manhattan by Vicki Lewis Thompson

for one leg of your tour,” he said. “When you leave Chicago on Sunday, you’ll be in the seat Jenny reserved in the first place.”
    She glanced at him. “I didn’t mean to be a brat about it, but I don’t like having someone manipulate my life without telling me. Jenny should have told me, but she didn’t. I was wrong to take it out on you. I apologize.”
    “Apology accepted. And I confess that if I can’t take the corporate jet, I’m all about first class. I don’t fit into the coach seats very well.”
    “I guess you wouldn’t. And considering how bogus the whole trip is for you, I can’t expect you to make it crammed into coach, which would only add insult to injury.”
    “Who said it was bogus?”
    As the line began moving again, he and Emma moved with it.
    Looking over her shoulder at him, she rolled her eyes. “Come on, Aidan. Jenny told me he’s nineteen. He read one of my books, and now he’s enjoying a vicarious thrill by sending me e-mails pretending that he has special powers.”
    His senses sharpened. “Did you mean to say e-mails , as in more than one?”
    “He’s sent a couple more, both early this morning. Now that I know he’s a kid, they don’t worry me. I think your father and my publisher are making way too much of this, and now they’ve included you in the insanity.” She walked toward the doorway of the plane.
    “You didn’t delete the e-mails, did you?”
    “I thought about it, but no, I haven’t.” She walked onto the plane.
    Thank God for small favors. He followed her. “Window or aisle?”
    “Window. I love looking out.”
    That worked nicely for him. Even in first class, his legs felt cramped if he ended up by the window, so he always chose the aisle.
    The flight attendant took Emma’s coat and hung it up. For a moment, Aidan thought Emma would insist on hanging up her own coat, but then she relinquished it, thanked the attendant, and took her seat. She tucked her computer case under the seat in front of her and sat back.
    Aidan’s finely tuned hearing picked up a little sigh of pleasure, and he turned away so she wouldn’t hear him chuckle. She might disapprove of first-class seats on principle, but her body loved being cushioned in that comfy leather.
    Then he groaned inwardly as his hormone-soaked brain focused on that sensuous little body of hers nestled in the seat next to his. Hours ago, he’d convinced himself he could do this without danger of sprouting fur, and yet the backs of his hands were already starting to prickle.
    He handed off his topcoat and tucked his own computer case under the seat in front of them. “Mind if I take a look at those two e-mails?”
    “Be my guest.” She called them up and handed her BlackBerry over as the flight attendant came by asking about coffee.
    He smiled at the attendant and shook his head before going back to the screen and Theo’s messages.
    “Regular with just a tiny bit of cream, please,” Emma said.
    He glanced up. She’d been taking two creams for the past three months. “Why only a tiny bit?”
    “Because cream is fattening, and I’m cutting back.”
    “You’re dieting?”
    “I always do after turning in a book. I tend to eat more when I’m on deadline, so this is how I balance it out.” She fastened her seat belt.
    He hadn’t meant to watch her do that, but he couldn’t seem to keep himself from observing how the belt rode low and tight over her hips, exactly as the flight attendant would instruct them to fasten them during takeoff.
    Emma had terrific hips, in his estimation. She had terrific everything. He’d hate to see even an ounce disappear from that curvy figure. Then he heard himself say, against all good judgment, “But you’re perfect.”
    Her eyes rounded. “Excuse me?”
    “I ... meant that you’re perfectly okay now. I don’t get the dieting thing.”
    “Thank you.” She took a breath. “You confuse the hell out of me, Aidan.”
    “I’m not surprised. I confuse myself