A Handful of Wolf by Sofia Grey Page A

that option. Maybe a text would be better. She stared out of the window and groped for inspiration. His jacket . She could arrange to meet, to give him back his jacket. Perfect.
    Megan perched on the edge of her bed, phone in one hand, Sasha’s jacket in the other. The leather was soft, old and battered. It looked much worn and loved. He’d want it back. She thought a moment longer, composed the text in her head, and then tapped it out.
    Hi. Thx for bringing me home last night. You left yr jacket. I can meet u in town later and bring it back? Let me know. Megan
    He might still be in bed. She imagined how he’d look, all sleepy and rumpled, soft hair sliding across his forehead, and cheeks shadowed with scruff. He turned me down. He’s not interested. Had she dreamed the part where he said he wanted to see her again?
    A soft beep had her clutching the phone, too nervous to look straight away.
    Good morning gorgeous. Wanna meet for lunch? I can pick u up.
    Ha! Megan laughed aloud and flopped back onto the bed, phone pressed against her heart. He already has picked me up.
    Yes pls. What time? U sure u want to see my bros again? Sorry they gave you a hard time :-/
    He replied instantly.
    Noon ok? Your bros are looking out for u. I respect that.
    Noon. Two hours away. She went in search of Hugh and Alex, and found them tinkering with Hugh’s car in the garage. “Boys, I’m seeing Sasha for lunch. He’s picking me up and I’m asking you, please, play nicely. Okay?” Identical skeptical expressions met her little speech. “I can hurt you in ways you haven’t even dreamed of. The things I could tell Sherron and Jilly.” She gave them an innocent smile and beat a hasty retreat back to her room. What the hell was she going to wear? Whatever she chose, it’d have sexy lingerie underneath. Just in case.

Chapter 8
    Even empty, the van struggled up the hills out of Wellington, but Sasha made it to the outskirts of Megan’s place in plenty of time. First stop was the strip of native bush to collect his clothes, then up the fuck-me-it’s-miles-long private driveway to the house. It seemed even bigger in daylight and he sat and composed himself for a moment before he climbed out. A twinge of pain in his gut made him wince. He’d felt odd since that damned club. Had they slipped something into his solitary beer? His wolf sat alert and eager, scratching at him to go find her, taste her. Megan . He slammed the door shut on that trail of thought, but straightened his back and headed for the house.
    The front door swung open when he was a few steps away. Yep, one of the Hellspawn brothers again. The one who’d taken his number.
    “Back so soon?” The man cocked an eyebrow. “You didn’t believe me about the shotgun?”
    Sasha stood his ground, even with his wolf growling fit to burst. “Thanks for passing on my number. I’m taking Megan to lunch.”
    “In that rust-bucket? Jeez. Is it even legal?”
    “It’s fine.” Sasha stared back, not giving an inch. “Should I wait here?”
    “ Hugh .” Megan appeared, shoving at the guy where he blocked the doorway. “I told you.” She glared at her brother and then turned her gaze onto Sasha. Dear God. Just the sight of her was enough to make him weak at the knees.
    He drank in her appearance. A long and clingy striped dress outlined every delectable curve and a round neckline hinted at the cleavage that lay beneath. Glossy dark hair tumbled over one shoulder and as he stared, speechless with longing, she slid a pair of shades over her eyes and stepped forward. He pulled himself together, aware that his wolf whined, desperate for her touch. “Hey.” As greetings went, he sounded simpleminded, but her smile had that effect on him.
    “Hey, yourself.” She glanced over her shoulder and Sasha followed her stare. “Seeing as we skipped the introductions last night, Hugh this is Sasha, and Sasha this is one of my brothers, Hugh.” She took another step closer and he inhaled