Page 16 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

“Yeah, but you don’t mean that.Let me in, we can discuss things, and I swear I won’t be weirded out by all your hocus pocus,” he said, sniffing and wiping his nose.

His eyes looked glassy, and his nose was red.The ugly sneer he wore was not something I wanted to be around.I knew exactly what Patrick thought about me and my psychic abilities.

Just like I now understood he had a problem with drugs.Not to mention his money issues.

“Unless you’re here to pay back the $197 you stole from me before you left last year, you need to get off my property,” I replied, narrowing my gaze.

Fuck this guy.

“Stole?Come on!You don’t mean that,” he said and tried to push his way inside.

One good thing about being a fat girl.I did not budge.

“Oh yes, I fucking do.I’m fat, remember?And a freak,” I added for good measure.

“Look, Jez, I’m sorry I was so hard on you.I know you haven’t been with anybody since I left.Why don’t you let me in, and we can spend some time together?I’ll help you remember what it can be like between us,” he said, with what I was sure he thought was a sexy smoldering look, but to me, it only looked like he had to take a shit.

“Ew!Gross,” I said, ducking as he leaned down as if trying to kiss me.

I closed my eyes, flinching at the thought of his slimy mouth on mine.The image turned my stomach.But when nothing happened after a moment, I reopened them, shocked at what I saw.

Patrick’s eyes opened wide as he was dragged backwards, down each stair, by a big, meaty hand on his shoulder.

“The lady said get lost,” a familiar voice snarled.

The menace in his tone was undeniable, and I stood up straight and watched wide-eyed as Emmet shoved Patrick into the rusted junker the prick had driven up to my door.Like he’d be welcome or something.

“What’s your name?”Emmet asked, squeezing his hand down on Patrick’s shoulder.

“Ow.Ow.OW!R-Patrick.My name is Patrick!Look, it was just a misunderstanding,” Patrick squealed unattractively.

“Misunderstanding?Oh, well, allow me to clear that up for you, son,” Emmet snarled and punched Patrick right in the gut.“You don’t come here.You don’t talk to her.And you sure as fuck don’t think about her anymore.Understand?”

“W-Who are you, man?”Patrick asked Emmet, cowering against his car and holding his stomach.

“I’m the man who’s gonna be gunning for you if you darken Jezebel’s door again.You get me?”Emmet growled.

I bit my lip against the sudden overwhelming attraction I felt towards Emmet in that moment.

He was like beautiful defiance and glorious vengeance all rolled up into one.A whirlwind of raw power and unyielding ferocity.

My core tightened, and I felt a longing that was bone deep as I gazed at the figure he made, standing there so tall and strong.

Okay, something was definitely wrong with me if I was getting turned on by this guy punching my ex in the stomach.

Whatever.

Patrick had it coming.His treatment of me left a lot to be desired.But I was not about to waste anymore time on that jerk.

One lone shade, a faded sort of figure, milled about the property, shimmering in and out of existence in the periphery of my vision.But I ignored the ghost, recognizing that feeling I got when a vision was about to come through.

Bam!

It hit me suddenly.That same image of a midnight-furred wolf flashed inside my brain, just like the first time I saw Emmet.

His hackles were raised, and he growled ominously, watching as Patrick hustled into the driver’s seat and peeled out of the lot like a bat out of hell.

I took in Emmet’s striking features as he stood watching until Patrick’s car was out of sight.

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