Had Vince actually shown up to tell me I was to be his mate, and it was sanctioned by the elders? And had Cyrus just waltzed right into my house and offered himself as my cover? I blinked and took a deep breath, trying to calm the jitters in my stomach. But it was no use. My heart was racing and my mind whirling. Holy cracker crumbs. I had a date with Cyrus Doucet and only moments ago, he’d complimented my ass. I stood and wandered into my bathroom. After first checking the yard to make sure he wasn’t going to pop up in the window again, I turned and jutted my hip out, inspecting my backside. Yeah, it was okay. High and firm and enough shape to give it some dimension. Maybe I would wear my jeans. The skinny ones that left nothing to the imagination. Then I could torture him all night. And myself. Because whoa. All he had to do was take one look at me and I was ready to melt under his gaze. This was dangerous. What made me think Cyrus was any better for me than Vince? Everyone knew Cyrus and his brothers had been trouble during high school.
