Moon Lovers Box Set (BBW Werewolf Romance) Read Online Free PDF

kitchen table. I plopped him down in his chair and shoved a used but empty coffee mug in front of him.
    "Tell me what it is and what it looks like and I'll find it myself while you get yourself some coffee," I suggested.
    Garrison sighed and clutched the cup between his hands. "I was trying to get you a wooden stick with a hook on the end so you could grab the ring on the hatch. The last time I saw it was a couple months ago, and it was at the very back of that room."
    "And it hasn't been heard from since then?" I teased him.
    "Not so much as a bark from its wood."
    "I admit I deserved that one."
    "Definitely."
    "I could abandon you in your hour of need."
    "You could, but you won't."
    "Why not?"
    "Because I know you, and I know you're not the type of person to abandon others."
    I raised an eyebrow. "That sounds suspiciously like stalker talk."
    "I merely observe people. It's a hobby of mine," he corrected me.
    "How about you change your hobby to brewing coffee and make us up some while I go solve the case of the missing stick?" I suggested.
    "All right, but don't look in any of the boxes," he ordered me. You can guess what happened next. It's not that I wanted to snoop in them. Okay, I did want to snoop in them, but it was all an accident. Sort of. Kind of. All right, I'm lying about that, too, but it started out innocent enough. I walked back into the war zone intent on saving my missing comrade, Mr. Stick, when I happened to glance at the last box I'd pulled away from Garrison. The lid was slightly open, tempting me like a candy bar on a store shelf. Before I could stop myself I'd reached out and opened the lid a little further. Couldn't see anything. Then a little more. Still couldn't see anything. I gave up and flipped open those flaps to find funny dried flowers.
    I pulled one out and got a good look at it. It was a purple color and had long, thin petals, usually five, that surrounded a thick center part that held the pollen producer. When I sniffed it there was a nice, faint, flowery scent to it, but nothing out of the ordinary. I turned back to the crate and rummaged through the whole thing, but all I found were more of those dried flowers.
    "Looks like he has one healthy hobby," I muttered to myself.
    "Did you find it?" Garrison called to me.
    "One sec, I'm just revving up my chain saw to get through some of this mess," I shouted back. My curiosity wasn't quite satiated, not with those heavy crates sitting there mocking me with their closed lids. One of the bottom ones that lay on the floor had a broken corner, so I leaned down and peeked inside. All I saw were weights and dumbbells. "Just another healthy hobby," I whispered.
    "I try to keep myself fit," came a voice right behind me. I jumped, high-fived the ceiling with my head and spun in midair to find Garrison standing right behind me. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a very mad, scary look on his face.
    "A-and you do a, um, a great job," I complimented him as I looked over his thin, non-muscular frame. He wasn't amused, so I gestured to the flower box. "You have a very nice collection of dried petunias," I added.
    He didn't crack a smile. "They're wolf's bane," he corrected me.
    "Oh, um, well, they're very pretty."
    "Is there anything else you snooped through?"
    I hung my head. "No," I whispered in a voice full of remorse. I really shouldn't have been looking through a guy's personal stuff, especially after he specifically told me not to.
    "Then if you're through snooping then maybe we can find that stick," he suggested.
    I lifted my face and showed my expression of surprise. "You still trust me enough to give me the stick?"
    "I believe in second chances," he replied, though the next words came out in a whisper. "Goodness knows I've needed them."
    I smiled and gave him one of my bone-crushing hugs. "I won't let you down again!"
    "But could you let me go?" he croaked.
    "Oh, sorry." I let him go and scrutinized his appearance. "For a guy with such heavy