Moves Like Jagger (Wolf Mates Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

beautiful decades-old woman she’d ever seen—with cookies. Faith made amazing cookies.
    They’d all made her their Project Pitiful, and while she was incredibly grateful, she was determined to earn her keep and find her way in this strange new land called Only Lint In My Pockets.
    It was probably JC. She’d offered to come over and hang out while she got ready for her date if she could get away from the new salon.
    Making her way to the door, she popped it open, a smile on her face.
    To find Jagger standing outside, fluffy snowflakes whispering across his raven hair, the light from the porch swaying on its hook from the frigid wind, his big hands holding a bouquet of ketchup packets.
    He sighed and clucked his tongue at her with a saucy grin. “Are you still trying to tempt me with your luscious curves and wicked ways? I think I told you, young lady, and I stand firm, naked won’t work. What made you think half-naked would?”
    She barked a laugh as her brood hovered around her ankles, weaving between them in inquisition, and clung to the towel’s edges at her breasts. “You’re early. I don’t get dressed before seven,” she joked, even as she watched him try to avoid assessing her with his eyes.
    He held up his wrist and pointed to his watch. “Um, no. I’m on time. I’m always on time.”
    She let the door swing wide, inviting him in as she shivered before pointing to the microwave in her small white and dove-gray kitchen. “See what the microwave says, funny man? Six-fifteen. I still have forty-five minutes.”
    He dug his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and used his thumb to scroll the screen. “See what the calendar says? Someone forgot to change her clocks back in November.”
    Viv frowned, tucking a strand of her wet hair behind her ear. “Damn. I’m sorry. But I promise if you give me five minutes, it’ll be worth the wait.”
    Jagger held out the ketchup packet bouquet, shutting the door with the heel of his booted foot. “Better put these in water before they wilt. And five minutes is all you get. One minute more and I turn into a pumpkin.”
    It was at that moment when her brood decided Jagger was an interloper who needed a thorough investigation.
    The BSB Boys plus one weren’t shy. They were people cats with almost no hang-ups, ready and willing to sit in any lap available—and clearly, Jagger’s looked like a lap worth inspecting.
    The lot of them bum-rushed him, circling his feet until he knelt down and held the back of his hand out. Looking up at her, he asked with a devastatingly handsome smile, “How many do you have?”
    “Six total—all rescues—all almost totally black because as you know in rescue, black cats are hard to place. Nick, Howie, AJ, Brian, Kevin, and JT.”
    Jagger chuckled and nodded. “Backstreet Boys and one NSYNC?”
    Viv fluttered her eyelashes at him as her furbabies decided Jagger was worthy, rubbing up against him and yowling their pleasure as he tried to stroke all of them. “You know the names of the Backstreet Boys? Be still my beating heart.”
    Rising, he stared down at her, still avoiding anything but her face—which almost made her swoon—and winced a sheepish grin. “Hang on to your heart. I have a confession. I interrogated—er, asked JC about you today while she trimmed my hair.”
    Her heart returned to its erratic pounding as she took the ketchup packet bouquet and set it on the counter, leaving only a few inches between them. “Did you get a haircut just for our date?”
    “No. I had split ends. They were hideous.”
    Laughter spilled from her throat as she found herself leaning in closer toward him, savoring his cologne, the sharp square of his jaw. “That was very sweet.”
    Jagger leaned in, too, his big presence soothing and sexy at the same time. “So you don’t mind that I asked her about you? It was just general stuff, like your favorite color, what you like to eat, if you’d send me packing if I didn’t get you the