Savage finds me attractive, I know, and he’s been the only one to touch me. He gave me the best orgasm of my life with those strong fingers, and I think that’s why his beast feels the urge to gift me things more than the others. Plus, he’s a wolf, and they prize family structures more than any other order. As touched as I am, it’s heart-wrenching because I can’t accept it. “You know the price of that bag?” Xander sneers in my ear. “Seven dead eagles, one human with PTSD, and a shop up in flames. Solid two million in damages.”
