“Now you truly have discovered the real me.” She flicked her braid, ignoring the unwelcome flicker of her self-consciousness. “Do you like what you see?” “Always,” said Tor. Wren bit back her smile. “You’re doing magic again.” There was a note of caution in his voice as he drifted into the orchard, his wolf padding softly at his side. “Show me.” “Say please.” He hunkered down beside Wren, and she was struck by the freshness of his alpine scent and the memory it conjured. She tried not to think of him shirtless in the library, crushing his lips against hers. “Please,” he said in a low rumble.
