would spend the whole day together, so when he showed her one of the best restaurants in the central square and told her they would meet later by the Clock Tower, her appetite disappeared. It came back the moment the waitress brought her the pasta. She ate while checking her e-mails and social media accounts on her smartphone. She posted a couple of pictures, took some more from where she sat at the table, and tried not to think of Emil and his reasons for leaving her so unexpectedly.
“After all, he is my guide. Nothing else,” she whispered to herself.
But why would Emil Severin, the owner of the Weavers ’Inn and the Weavers’ Tour Company, waste his precious time showing her around the citadel? Surely, he had a bunch of people working for him. She could understand that he had worked as a tour guide when he was younger to help his parents with their business, but now she didn’t see any point in doing the job himself. Maybe he simply liked it. Or… liked her. She smiled at the thought, a warm feeling starting in her chest and spreading all over her body. She closed her eyes and pictured his gorgeous green eyes, his sensual lips, and those firm taut muscles… She shivered and reached for the glass of cold water.
Some hours later, they met by the Clock Tower, the most notable landmark of Segesvar, and Emil took her up to visit the museum and see the medieval fortress from the highest level. By the time they were done, the sun was setting and Becca had taken more pictures than her friends in New York would ever have the patience to go through. Side by side, they walked back to the central square, neither of them in a hurry nor very willing to break the comfortable silence that had settled between them. They had known each other for only a couple of hours, but they already felt like they could spend an eternity in each other’s presence without getting bored.
When she saw the familiar sign of the Weavers’ Inn, Rebecca’s stomach sank. And it wasn’t because it was way past dinner time and she was starving. She stopped before they entered the square and cleared her throat. It was now or never. She had no intention of having dinner alone, much less go back to her room alone.
“So… I was thinking…” Emil fixed her with his bright green eyes and, for a second, she forgot what she wanted to say. “How about dinner? My treat. I mean… if you have time, of course. I just want to thank you for the tour. It was lovely.”
Emil’s eyes softened. How could he refuse such an offer? Especially when it was coming from the sexiest woman he had ever met. He had wanted to join her for lunch too, but his wolf had howled so loudly at the perspective that he had suddenly decided it would be better to put some distance between the beast and the woman he craved. So, he had left Rebecca at the restaurant and gone for a quick hunt, far away from the citadel, deep into the forest, where people rarely ventured. The speed and the rush of adrenaline had calmed his wolf down, but now there was no way the beast would agree to be tamed in the same manner. It was time for Emil to give in to what his wolf wanted. And his wolf wanted Rebecca. Besides, he really did appreciate a woman who wasn’t afraid to break the ice.
“How could I ever say ‘no’ to you?”
Becca’s face lit up and she jumped in excitement, then giggled and blushed to the tips of her ears. She was acting and feeling like a teenager again, not like a 35-year-old experienced woman who had been burned one too many times. This man was so different from all the men she had dated before.
“On one condition, though,” he added.
“Oh… what condition?”
“I did enough talking for today, so it’s your turn. I want to know everything about you.”
“Huh. Even the dirtiest little secrets?” Her lips curved up in a wicked smile.
“I expect you to start with those.”
He winked at her and offered her his hand. Rebecca stared at it for a long moment, her