Racing Home (Dirt Track Dogs Book 3) (Paranormal Wolf-Shifter Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

preserving her dignity. Which doesn’t make me her mate. It makes me not an asshole. You wanna jump on the non-asshole train, and let those guys stay at the club or what?”
    “Shit. You really put me in a position here, you know? There’s going to be a lot of clean up at the speedway. Waldo says it’s closed until further notice. We need to get in there and make that happen otherwise we’ll be driving down to Kerry County to race.”
    “The cats can help. Let them stay.”
    Drake let out a sigh that sounded like a chainsaw. “Fine. Fucking fine, okay? Why not? Cats and dogs get along swell. Oh, wait. No. No, they do not.”
    The line clicked dead. Blister shoved the phone in this pocket and went back to work on the roof.
    By the time he was finished, the guys he’d paid to cut up the fallen tree were gone, and he went to work covering the door opening with plywood. Next, he boarded up the broken windows. He was on the very last one when he heard the soft fall of feminine footsteps approaching.
    Damn it. He didn’t work fast enough.
    “Blister?” His name on her lips, even with her voice tired and worn, was the stuff that fed his dreams.
    “Yeah,” he answered, finishing up his job.
    “What… what is this?” Her tone was uneasy. Maybe he hadn’t thought this through.
    “I covered the roof and windows so you’d be safe until tomorrow when the crew gets here.” He avoided her gaze at all costs, adding a few extra nails to make it seem like he was too busy to talk.
    But she didn’t go away.
    “What crew?”
    “I called in some builders from the Ouachitas. They do good work. They’ll fix your place up.”
    Silence stretched between them with only his hammer to break it up.
    “You…”
    Her voice sounded broken, but he didn’t want to look up and find her angry. Or worse, disturbed. He’d overstepped his bounds, no doubt about that. But he hoped she could see that it came from a place of concern and not because he was strange.
    Blister chewed his lip, banging home another nail.
    “You did all this for me?” Her breathed words sliced through him.
    So she wasn’t mad, but she sounded as if it was a foreign concept. Like she couldn’t believe someone would help her.
    Blister nodded, still avoiding her gaze. “It’s no big thing.” He shrugged. “A little plastic, a little wood. A phone call or two.”
    “It’s a big thing to me.” Her hand landed gently on his forearm and he jumped. “Thank you.”
    She touched him.
    It was an innocent thing that probably didn’t matter to her, but… no one had touched him since he was a young. Not unless you count fighting. And he didn’t. But this, the sweetest touch from the softest soul… it made his wolf crave her rabidly. The faintest brush of her skin against his, it destroyed him.
    Finally the inside matched the outside, but he hardly minded. Let her ruin him. Let her, because who the fuck cared. He’d trade this feeling for anything he’d had up to this point. None of it mattered.
    Not even the dreams. His angel’s touch in reality, though innocent, was better than any sexual thing his mind could conjure.
    Mine. Mine, Mine, Min —
    No .
    No.
    “You’re welcome,” he whispered, grappling for control of his animal.
    She pulled her hand back. “Guess what?”
    Blister turned his head to look at her, hoping she couldn’t see the blatant longing in his eyes. And she was smiling, her cheeks going round. The expression was so fucking precious. His heart thundered in his chest hard enough he was afraid she’d hear it.
    “I got you something.”
    He was too busy staring at her smile for the words to actually register. She clapped her hands together giddy with excitement, her grin growing even larger.
    “Come with me. I’ll show you.”
    He followed her through the yard, helpless to do anything else. On the front porch was a long rectangular box.
    “Look! I got you a new one,” she blurted. “I hated the idea of your home being destroyed, so I