He chuckled. That woman was his for a week. He could see it on her face. She’d evaded him so far but he would have her. She was small, curvy, and brilliant. She would be a challenge. Women usually came easily to him, threw themselves at him but a wolf enjoyed the hunt. While it was always relaxing to have a woman drop to her knees at his feet and take care of his needs, it was boring. This woman Amy, she was smart. She would not cave easily and she wouldn’t drop to her knees for his enjoyment without much negotiation. He looked forward to negotiating with her, and fighting with her. She was exceptionally beautiful when she was angry, and passionate about something. He’d watched her at a conference once, explaining how ice layered and captured the environment at the time that it was frozen. Liam understood what she was saying because she made perfect sense. When Michael challenged her findings though she’d stood pulled herself up to her full height of five and half feet, put her shoulders back and obliterated him.
