Only Mine (Honey Mountain, #5)

by Laura Pavlov

“I’m terrified,” I said with zero emotion as I pushed the door closed.

“Don’t get all cocky. You’re the one who claimed you don’t cuddle, yet you wrapped your body around mine for the few hours we slept. You’re like a Hot Pocket, by the way. You kept me really warm and toasty.”

“He’s okay, Minx. And so are you.” “Thank you for coming,” she whispered, and her voice was sleepy. “I hate you, Wolf Wayburn.” “I hate you, too, Minx.” And just like that, sleep took us both.

My face hit the restaurant’s front door so hard I literally bounced back, and Wolf had both hands on my shoulders to steady me. “Jesus, Minx. Are you okay?” He turned me to face him, and the concern in his gaze made me feel slightly guilty for my dirty thoughts. “I’m fine. I went to dirty town.” I shrugged as I rubbed my nose. “And let me tell you, that one should definitely go into Ash’s next book.”

I got a text from her that she was already downstairs in the car when I stepped out of my apartment and made my way down the elevator and into the car. “Hey,” I said. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?” “Like a bag of dicks.” “How does a bag of dicks sleep?” she asked, and her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and I groaned.

I pushed to my feet, and Dylan marched toward me with a handful of files. She swatted them against my chest, and the look on her face was venomous. “Here you go. I need you to look at these as soon as possible, as they’re urgent.” I opened the top folder, and there was nothing inside except for some blank paper. “I see. Well, I appreciate how diligent you are.” “I’ll bet you do. I didn’t mean to interrupt your little—” She tapped her finger against her lips. “Rendezvous.”