Alex thought he’d heard everything, but this took the cake. Here stood a woman, gorgeous even though right now she looked like a drowned rat in damp cotton pajamas. Her skin was the color of espresso with a hint of milk and wide almond-shaped eyes with dark irises. Her lips were shaped so perfectly he wanted to run his finger on the soft skin. Her body was like a punch to the groin; full breasts, slim waist, and curvaceous hips. Instant hard-on. And Tempest said she was theirs. He didn’t know if he should fall to his knees and praise the heavens or have her mind checked. She knew their secret, even the color of their wolf. He came back in with the whiskey and a dust pan and a broom for the broken glass. The brandy had already been sucked into the stone and dried by the heat of the fireplace. The power had gone out hours ago and the glow from the fireplace was the only light in the house. Hell, she looked delectable by firelight. He wondered what she tasted like. Whoa, buddy, now is not the time for such thoughts. With the glass cleaned up, he sat back down on the carpet and poured them each a glass.
