Page 13 of Cold Foot Revenge
As he watched her turn onto the main road from the parking lot, such hollowness swallowed him up.
Whatever she’d gone through, he felt for her. He’d seen how messed up Garret’s life had been because of his Turn, and now this woman was…was…what?
She seemed big.
She seemed like the kernel of information he needed to lead him down the rabbit hole.
She was the center puzzle piece to a picture he didn’t understand yet.
But hewantedto.
No.
Dylan ran his hand down his facial scruff as his mind raced.
Heneededto understand it.
Chapter Four
What was she doing here?
Roxy chickened out for the third time in a row and pulled her fist away from the hotel door. Dylan was located on the tenth floor, at this specific room. How could she tell? She’d followed him to see where his hotel was, and then later tracked him to this room by the lingering scent of his cologne. She’d had to stop the elevator on every floor to figure out where he’d gotten off. Whatever cologne he wore was such a hot-man scent. He probably really was a runner up for homecoming king when he’d been in school. He’d probably been Mr. Popular jock with a billion friends and four million girlfriends. Slightly annoying, slightly hot.
She had been a quiet little wallflower in school. She wondered what high school he’d attended. Had they gone to the same one? He was just a couple of years older than her. She could ask him if she just knocked.
Roxy pursed her lips and forced herself to walk away. His past didn’t matter, and she had no right be interested in it. Or him. God he was so hot. Humans usually didn’t do anything for her since she’d been Turned, but this one was different.
She poked the elevator button and waited.
He had sun bleached blond hair and blue eyes, and clearly, he worked out a lot. She could tell he had a great physique under the T-shirts she’d seen him in. A great physique, and this way of looking her right in the soul when he spoke to her. She was used to being invisible, but the way he looked at her… The elevator slid open, and she hesitated to get in. He’d said she was pretty like this, just in her natural state. Men usually only noticed her when she was all dolled up and dancing.
Roxy twisted to look back at his door. She should tell him thank you for the extra pack of turkey meat, and for the Fruit Roll-Ups she had devoured on the way home. Really, she just wanted to convince him to leave this city and survive. Yeah. That’s the main reason she was turning away from the elevator and heading back down the hall to his door.
When she turned to knock, she startled hard. Dylan was standing in the open doorway, looking wholly unsurprised that she was here. She lowered her clenched fist slowly. No need to knock now.
“Hi, hey, hello,” she said awkwardly.
“I wondered how long it was going to take you to knock,” he said.
“Were you…” she cleared her throat and clasped her hands in front of her. “Were you watching me from the peephole?”
“Yep.”
Heat whooshed up her neck and landed in her cheeks. “Right. Well, I was just stopping by to say thank you. You know. For the turkey.”
Dylan’s blue eyes narrowed, and he opened the door wider. “Want to come in?”
“Oh, I’m not looking for…I’m not wanting…I’m not here to seduce you or anything. Oh my gosh, I need to stop talking.”
He belted out a laugh, and the smile that accompanied it reached his eyes so easily. It wasn’t a cruel laugh or making fun of her. It was an easy sounding one. “I’m not inviting you in for that, Wolf Mask. I’m getting ready to have dinner with my parents. I gotta leave in five minutes and I still have to change.”
“Change into different clothes. Not into your animal, because you are still human,” she murmured as she followed him into the well-lit room. “For now.”
“Whoo, mysterious. Are you planning on biting me and Turning me into a wolf? If so, I have to warn you. I would make a terrible packmate.”
“You think I’m a wolf?” Roxy asked, amused and a little bit flattered.
“You aren’t? Then why do you wear the wolf mask?”
