His Wolf (Wolf of My Heart) Read Online Free PDF

sweatshirt that said MSU on it came next. I also put on some warm socks, the fuzzy kind that were more for warmth than wearing under shoes. I didn't know what to do about my hair, which hadn't been trimmed by anyone but me in over a year. Apparently I hadn't packed my pick or detangler in the rush of leaving Houston. Clean and wet, my curly copper locks were in a tangle that no comb, especially a guy comb with tiny teeth, could deal with. I decided to let it dry completely before I tackled it, saving myself some pain and lots of broken ends.
    I stole a minute to check out the only room I hadn't seen yet--Erik's bedroom. I saw there were twin beds in there, plus a cedar dresser and matching side table. By the time I got back to the kitchen, I felt like a human again. Must've looked like one, too. At any rate, when Erik spotted me, his jaw dropped. Wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I deliberately sniffed the air. " Mmm ."
    "Grilled cheese sandwiches."
    "Can't beat the smell of melted butter and hot cheese."
    He grinned, an expression that didn't match the vibe I was getting. Naturally I wondered what was wrong. "Have a seat. I'm almost done here."
    I sat at the table, which now had two paper plates, a couple of empty glasses and a bag of potato chips on it. "Do you have a washing machine?"
    "Yeah, but the pump's out. I bought a new one, but I'm not that good at stuff like that, so I've been taking everything to the Laundromat in town while I work up the nerve to try installing it." He gave me a sheepish grin.
    Some bad memories instantly slammed me.
    Erik's grin vanished. "What?"
    "Nothing." I faked a smile. "I'm actually pretty good with a wrench. In fact, I installed a garbage disposal all by myself last year." Or the year before. I'd lost some time, thanks to a sadistic Alpha.
    "I might take you up on that." With an iron skillet in his hand, he moved to the table and transferred a toasty cheese sandwich to my plate with a spatula.
    Savory steam tickled my nose and made my mouth water. "Thanks."
    "My pleasure." He gave himself one, too, got rid of the skillet, and sat down across from me. "Dig in."
    I did. The first bite was pure heaven; the next was even better. I actually ate half the sandwich before I poured some chips on my plate to go with it.
    "I forgot the drinks." Erik started to get up.
    I waved to keep him in his seat. "I'll do it. In there?" At his nod, I walked to the fridge and opened it. "What do you want?"
    "If there's still milk, I'll take that."
    I reached for the carton, sniffing the contents out of habit. "It's bad." I stepped to the sink and poured it out.
    "Figures. Any sodas?"
    "A root beer and a ginger ale," I told him.
    "I'll take whatever you don't want."
    Was the guy a jewel or what? I handed him the root beer since I didn't care for that particular flavor. Sitting, I popped the top of my can and sipped it. I quickly finished my lunch, only then realizing that Erik had stopped eating awhile back and was just sitting there, apparently hypnotized by me.
    I squirmed a little. "Have I got crumbs on my face?"
    He came to life. "Oh, um, no."
    "Then what are you looking at?" I raised my soda can to sip from it.
    He winced. "Sorry for staring. It's just…I've never been this close to a goddess before."

Chapter Four
     
    I spewed my drink. Cough. Cough. Choke. "Believe me, I'm no goddess." Grabbing a napkin, I mopped up the tabletop.
    "You're descended from one."
    I couldn't deny that. "Yeah, well, she's very distant kin, and we've never met, so…"
    "Doesn't make you any less gorgeous."
    He thought I was gorgeous? Wow. No guy had ever thought I was gorgeous, at least to my face. What was he seeing that no one else had seen, including me? Suddenly self-conscious, I changed the subject. "Did you build this cabin?"
    "Nah. Inherited it. From my granddad. He died last year."
    "Oh, I'm sorry."
    He shrugged. "It's okay. Sometimes death is better than suffering through a disease that's going to