The wolves were howling again. She wanted to go to bed, but couldn’t muster up the courage to go the short distance from Liam’s place to the apartment. Her leg felt better, but she didn’t think she’d be up to running if the situation arose. Irrational fear. She knew that. It wasn’t as if wolves would pounce on her while she traipsed across the path. However, she was a city girl and out here in the country she felt out of her element. Liam had told her he’d probably be home late so he probably wouldn’t mind her using his couch for her bed. She snuggled down on it and set her head on one of the pillows while pulling the blanket up around her. Both the couch and blanket smelled like Liam. But then of course, they would. She held the blanket under her nose and took in the musky smell. A combination of both him and the aftershave he wore. She flicked off the light, hoping he didn’t mind her sleeping here … or even sleeping in his house. She was now like Goldilocks. Was he one of the bears?
