Cold Hearted (Tooth & Claw, #1)

by Heather Guerre

But really, how dare he? How dare he be so fucking hot and also be such a massive jerk?

“Are you going to fall off?” he asked impatiently as she clumsily boarded behind him. “Hopefully not.” “Seriously, Grace. Don’t fall off.” “Oh, well, now that you told me not to, I definitely won’t.”

She could still feel Caleb’s eyes on her, feel the space his body took up in the room. She moved away from them both, fighting her way through the crowd and over to Jess. “Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?” “I hate crowds and Caleb got a haircut,” Grace wheezed. “I didn’t know you hate crowds.”

Grace frowned. “You don’t like me.” Caleb grinned. “Aw, Gracie, come on. You can figure out werewolves, but you can’t figure this out?”

Natasha softened as she searched Grace’s face. “And how are you, then?” “No fair. You can ask me, but I can’t ask you?” “A mother’s privilege.” “I think that only applies to your own children.” Natasha gave her an impatient look. “I am your Alaskan mother.” “Sounds like she could use one,” Arthur muttered.

“Goddamn it, Grace! Quit using your feminine wiles to pull information out of me.” “I’m just laying here!” “And you’re very good at it.”

There was a big pink elephant in the room—it was covered in fur and looked a lot like a wolf—and without a word, they agreed to ignore it.

Grace stared at him, a slow smile tugging at her lips. The idea of biting him, marking him as hers, had such a primitive appeal. The urge to do it right that instant was almost overwhelming. “You feel it now?” Caleb asked with a knowing grin.