Any lingering uneasiness had faded rather fast. Tyra smiled and laughed more than she had in years. They had visited the control station of the den, where she’d received many looks and whistles of approval that had Konrad glaring down some of his other pack mates. After that stop, Konrad always seemed to be touching her, as if he were laying his silent claim. She hadn’t minded in the least. In fact the attention he paid her went a long way toward easing some of her nervousness. His fingers had played several times over the back of her neck, sending a tingling sensation to zip through her body. A few times he had even led her into a quiet corner or behind a tree to kiss her passionately until her knees grew weak and she’d leaned into his solid body. They had stopped for a late lunch at a small restaurant run by one of his pack. She’d ordered a large juicy steak and her eyes had slid closed with the first flavorful bite. It had been cooked to perfection. Konrad had ordered lamb with mint sauce, and had offered her a bite.
