Yet, seeing Holly flirt with Parker, she wished a man would tell her how beautiful she was for once, and shower her with attention the way some men did with her friends.
“Some men don’t want china dolls. Some men need a strong woman, who can take the roughness they need to give them,” Grayson said quietly.
Red flushed her face at that comment. Her heart began pounding hard. After that interlude in her head earlier, she had a good idea of how rough he liked it.
“Your scent changed. You’re afraid of me now.” He watched her, not drawing near, not smiling, either.
“No. Curious. Why don’t you have a mate, Grayson?”
He turned toward the group working with the calves. “Reckon I haven’t found the right one yet, who won’t be afraid of living with a lone wolf.”
That comment intrigued her. Always alone, and yet he liked being with her, liked being around the Mitchell pack and always came over when invited.
“Why are you a lone wolf? You told me you never had a pack before buying the Double D. Why don’t you have a pack?”
Grayson’s mouth thinned out. “Don’t go there, Katy. I am who I am, and I’m not a pack wolf around here. Never will be.”
She couldn’t imagine life as Grayson lived—never having other Lupines around for support, friendship, good times, and to run with through the woods on a full moon.
He mounted his horse and gestured to the herd. “Let’s go.”
Mounting Star, she cantered toward the next calf as Grayson rode beside her. For a few moments, he said nothing. Then he spoke in a quiet voice above the gurgle of the river, the cattle and the laughter of the other Lupines. “Katy, much as I’d like to run as wolf with you tonight, understand that I won’t.”
Bewildered, she studied his sharp profile beneath the shadow of the black Stetson. “Why?”
“I have my reasons. Someday you’ll find out,” he finally said.
Watching him gallop off to the next calf, Katy followed, totally flummoxed.
Who exactly was Grayson Moore and why did she suspect he was hiding something dark and dangerous that had nothing to do with sex?