Alpha & Omega (Alpha & Omega, #0.5)

by Patricia Briggs

He could have told her that he had no intention of bedding her, but he tried not to lie. Not even to himself. So he stayed silent.

“Why the rolling pin and not a knife?” he asked, his voice raspy with the need for action. She looked at him for the first time since she’d seen his face on the stairs. “A knife wouldn’t even slow him down, but bones take time to heal.” He liked that. Who’d have thought he’d get turned on by a woman with a rolling pin?

If I survive you, I’ll be equally surprised.” He looked at her. “And very little surprises me anymore.”