Naked. And in the arms of the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. Diesel Jacobs. Who wouldn’t want to press her bare breasts up against the rock solid chest of a badass wolf Shifter? Too bad I was still pissed at him. “What hole did you crawl out of?” I asked, glaring at him, trying not to swoon at his whiskey-colored eyes and impossibly long eyelashes. Seriously, it should be criminal for a man to have lashes that pretty. “Ida May?” he gasped out, his eyes wide as he hastily set me on my feet. “What are you doing here?” “How the hell should I know? Just a second ago, I was on Bourbon Street admiring a Harley, and now I’m here. In the dead of winter, freezing my ass off. Literally.” An ice-cold chill had seeped into my bones at the loss of his body heat and my teeth began to chatter. Somewhere deep inside, I knew I should care why I was here, but honestly, I really didn’t.
