Page 4 of Her Convict Wolf

I wind up giving each convict a portion of everything. I’m so glad I made a ton of food. Each guy is as feral as the last, but from the sounds they’re making as they eat, I can tell they’re enjoying it. And I’m glad.

Ten guys done. Ten more minutes until I’ll be out of here.

It can’t come soon enough. The back of my shirt is clinging to my back and perspiration is stinging my eyes.

When the eleventh prisoner snatches up the cartons with a grunt, my heart beats faster.

Because the next guy is the extra-huge one. The one whose eyes have been burning into me this entire time.

The guard prods him with his rifle, directing him in front of me. My mouth has gone extra dry. I keep my head down, just shove the food at him.

“Beef and chicken, please,” says a deep baritone voice.

That’s not the voice of a beast.

My head snaps up.

It’s a sexy voice. A voice that does things to me. Sends tingles from my core to my nipples and back again.

Oh, god.And now I’m looking right into his eyes. They’re piercing blue; light irises ringed with black. Thick lashes, heavy black brows.

And they’re filling with recognition.

My breath hitches.

No.Not possible.

But now I’m hyperventilating, because there’s something familiar about him, too.

Who is he?

The reality is, there are so many people he could be. My father always had a ton of associates coming over to the house.

Now, one of them’s in jail. Not a massive shocker, since all my father’s associates were criminals.

Stay calm. Breathe and pass him his food.I drop my gaze again, thrust the chicken, beef, and a bologna sandwich at him.

“Wait—” His voice again.

I look up. I can’t help it.

Torment burns in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say more—

The guard jabs his rifle into his kidney. He grunts, and I flinch. It’s vicious; way excessive. Two more guards cock their rifles at his head, step in closer.

He doesn’t move. He just stands there looking furious.

He sleeps in an electric cage.

The thought sizzles, white hot in my brain.

Who is he? Why is he having this effect on me?

He gives me one more burning look, then another convict takes his place.

Blood pounds in my ears. I count each prisoner off, shoving the food cartons at them like an automaton. Breathing in and out.

No big deal… no big deal…

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