Chapter 31

I knew the shirt Derrick gave me yesterday was his because I could not stop sniffing at it, and his smell seemed to be woven into every fiber.

He was a cunning jerk who was successfully training me to feel at ease in his company even when he wasn't present.

Wrapped in it, I had fallen asleep, and it was the greatest sleep I'd had in months. Even if I wasn't as little as most women, it was still a huge deal for me because I was on the heavier side of the werewolf woman species—a feat in and of itself given our extremely fast metabolism. I took...