Page 25 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

Emmet flirted like it was second nature.He was so handsome and built.What was a man like that even doing looking at a woman like me?

Stop that.You’re plenty pretty,Jezebel.

I scolded myself.And while I’d learned to love my appearance, it was still a sore subject, me being pleasantly plump and all.Seeing Patrick the other day had brought all that up again.

But Emmet was there.He’d heard it.And he didn’t snicker and agree with Patrick’s assessment of my body.

In fact, it angered him enough that he dragged that jerk to his car and sent him packing.Heat filled me as I recalled that rather boorish display.

Who knew watching someone deal with my ex would be so freaking hot?

I bit my bottom lip and tried to calm my nerves.If I was going to cancel, I was running out of time.I checked my cell phone.

Shit.

He was supposed to be here in five minutes.But men were always late when picking up women for dates, weren’t they?

Maybe I could still send him a text?

The sound of a truck pulling up destroyed that notion.I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I moved towards the door.

Buckle up, Jezebel.You are going on this date.

Chapter Nine-Jezebel

Mistake or not, it was too late now.This date was on.

I braced myself and stepped outside, watching Emmet’s powerful body unfold from the driver’s side.

A panty-melting grin stretched across his face as he jogged up the stairs to greet me with a kiss just to the side of my lips.

“Damn, Angel.You look gorgeous,” he murmured, taking my hand and walking me to the passenger’s side door.

“Thanks, um, you too,” I whispered, my heart just about beating me to death.

“You think I look gorgeous?”he asked, his grin going even wider.

“Shut up.You know you’re hot,” I replied and rolled my eyes.

Emmet chuckled as he helped me into the seat, his massive hands circling my hips.

“Buckle up,” he instructed and walked back to his side.

Maybe if I just ignored that part of me that wasextra, I could have some fun tonight.That sounded like a good plan to me.

But when I watched him shift the truck into drive and turn towards me, that smile still dancing across his handsome face, my gaze caught his.And I saw it again.The black wolf.

“Hey, you okay?”he asked, his voice soft.

“Yep.Um, where are we going?”I asked, licking my lips nervously.

Emmet followed the movement with his eyes, and he made a noise like a cross between a growl and groan, and holy shit, it was like an electric current zipped straight through my body, making me clench my thighs tightly together.

“My place.I’m cooking you dinner,” he said.

Oh wow.His place.Yeah.I could do that.I could be normal and eat a meal with a hot cowboy.Sure.No problem.

The conversation to his cabin centered around food and what Emmet would be cooking for us tonight.

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