Christian said. Abbey twirled on the street corner as the wolf loped toward her. He’d been quick. It was barely twenty minutes after she’d called and here he was. The light from the streetlamp overhead added a golden sheen to his tousled hair. Traffic whizzed by the intersection but she only focused on her would-be date. “You’re fast,” she said. “You motivate a man,” he replied with an easy smile. “So do I want to know what put murder in your eyes?” “No.” He studied her for a moment before replying, “Whatever the leech did, I’ll have to thank him for it someday.” “I need a drink,” she said. “Somewhere loud and bright.” “You called the right man. I promise you’ll forget the bastard’s name by the end of the night.” “I’ll hold you to it.”
