He’s single, wicked, and a perfect pretend boyfriend…but exactly who is she fooling?
A Wolves of Willow Bend Novella
Murphy DeWitt enjoyed two years touring American consulates in Europe as an assistant to a diplomatic attaché. It was a dream come true, and a hell of a learning experience. A master of languages, she knows how to get her point across. Romance, however, proves to be a tongue twister. Now en route to Willow Bend for a friend’s wedding—without the make-believe boyfriend she created for her family—she debates how to confess her deception. Luckily, her flight includes a fantastically hot wolf that leaves her breathless and contemplating all kinds of naughty things.
Giovanni Conti thrives on protecting others. As a Centurion for the Seven Hills pack in Italy, it’s his pleasure to serve his Alpha wherever he is needed. Dispatched ahead in preparation for the Alpha pair’s trip to Willow Bend, he has no problem entertaining the sexy wolf he encounters in the airport. The last thing the playboy wolf expects, however, is to find in Murphy the most captivating chase of his life…
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Series Reading Order:Wolf at Law (Prequel)Book 1: Wolf BiteBook 2: Caged WolfBook 3: Wolf ClaimBook 3.5: Wolf Next DoorBook 4: Rogue WolfBook 5: Bayou WolfBook 6: Untamed WolfBook 6.5: Wolf with Benefits (Romancing the Wolf Anthology)Book 7: River WolfBook 7.5 : Single Wicked Wolf
When she withdrew a step as though to circle him, he pivoted and fell into step with her.
“You haven’t actually met me, cara.”
“I’m batting a thousand today,” she groaned, then juggled her items to offer her hand. “Murphy DeWitt.”
Accepting her hand, he lifted it to his lips. Grazing her knuckles with a kiss, he inhaled deeply of her scent. Eucalyptus and mint layered beneath soft pear and sage, offered him a deep breath of a bright, clean exotic morning. Savoring the tingling taste on his tongue, he enjoyed the catch in her breath and the leap of her pulse. All of the above were far preferable to her discomfort and wariness.
“Ciao, cara, I am Giovanni Conti,” he pitched his voice low, trusting her hearing even amidst all the background chaos of the airport terminal. “Centurion of Seven Hills.” He added the last only to chide her a little for not declaring her pack. She could be a Lone Wolf, the Americans had them in spades. Like his Alpha, he didn’t see the point, but then no one asked him.
Tugging lightly, she requested he released her. Granting her desire cost him nothing. “It’s been a while, since I’ve been around other…familiar friends.” The catch and adjustment amused him further. “Willow Bend, I’m actually on my way to catch a flight home.”
Her eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into the fragrance of her perfume. “Yes.” The way she drew out the response tickled him further. So worried about giving away too much.
“Excellent.” At the rise of agitation and hint of worry, he motioned for her to continue. “My flight is in the same direction.”
Her doubt threatened to skewer him at his response. Smart wolves didn’t take anything at face value, and no doubt his scent confused her. He enjoyed the conversation though he could mask his scent when pressed, a necessary talent when living in the tight quarters of the eternal city.
“Of course it is.” The bite chilled her tone. “Sorry, I’m not the type to believe in coincidence. I just happen to run into you heading in the opposite direction from your terminal?”
“Nor should you. My stepping into your path wasn’t coincidental.” The travelers parted for them and he matched his stride to hers when he realized she hurried to keep up with him.
“Not sure whether to be worried or irked.”
“How about delighted?” He didn’t bother to contain his grin. “I caught your scent and I had to see.”
“Well, you’re refreshingly direct.” They’d arrived near the gate for the Aer Italia flight he’d also booked passage on when she slowed and scanned the seating area. “And here I am.”
“Excellent. As am I.” He nodded to a pair of chairs alone near the glass. It would give him a good view of anyone approaching and kept others from crowding them as well. “Are you sure I can’t offer you something else to eat?”
“The sandwich will be fine.” Setting her bag next to the seat, she slid onto the hard vinyl and crossed one leg over the other. The pretty little business suit she wore was a far cry from the jeans he traveled in. “But feel free to go find yourself something if you’re hungry.”
Considering her for a moment, he canted his head to the side. “I’ve offended you.” Americans could be touchy. His Alpha’s mate was an American, though she is Seven Hills now and we’re keeping her. She tended to get snappish and snarled when they overstepped what she considered polite.
Pausing in the middle of opening her bag for her sandwich and water bottle, she locked pale, pale hazel eyes with his. “Not at all…was I rude?” She pursed her luscious lips, then frowned. “Donkey dung, I was rude. Please, Signor Conti, accept my apologies. I have been traveling since before dawn and I’m anxious to get home.”
“No apologies necessary, but if I may suggest. You’re hungry, you’re tired, and people surround you. Perhaps a real meal will help alleviate your anxiety.” Touching a fist to his chest lightly above his heart, he gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “It would be my honor to provide that for you.” His wolf stretched within him as a couple eyed the seats closest to them. Sparing them a look he nodded when they elected to take chairs further away.
“I love the thought of a hot meal, I love the idea of a hot shower more—however—my flight is…” She trailed off as a gate attendant announced the delay of their flight as the plane they would be using hadn’t landed yet. They expected it within the hour and believed their flight would then depart an hour after that.
Giovanni carefully contained his amusement at the annoyance flashing like quicksilver through her eyes. Dropping the sandwich container back into the bag, she shook off her irritation like a wolf shedding water after slipping inside from the rain.
“On second thought, I would love something to eat.”
Allowed the pleasure of her company, he grinned and took possession of her carry on before offering her his arm. To his continued delight, she placed her well-manicured hand in the crook of her arm. Satisfied with her compliance, he led her from the gate area and to the private area restricted for first class passengers. By the time their meal would be served, he’d have her upgraded and she’d have also had her shower.
As Margo would say—win-win.