It was funny watching a man that was more than six and a half feet tall, and maybe just as wide, try to lower himself into her car. “They didn’t design these cars with alpha wolves in mind,” she said, smiling at him. She had to do something to lighten the situation; she was scared to death Travis would die shortly. She hadn’t expected herself to become so attached to him so quickly, but after he saved her from Randy she was stuck on him. He was strong, virile and protective. He was also rough around the edges, a perfect fixer-upper. Basically he was every woman’s dream. In just one day she’d begun to picture a life with him, a life that revolved around being his queen and raising his children. She hoped it wasn’t just a silly high school crush where she was writing the names of their kids on her notebook, but Travis seemed pretty stuck on her too. The kiss they had shared was passionate with sparks flying like no kiss she’d ever experienced. It had to be the most perfect kiss she’d ever had, and it took place on her dirty couch.
