Fire of the Wolf [The Gray Pack] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lori King Page A

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    “Mostly. We are very close, and like hanging out. You would think I would get tired of his serious ass, but I don’t. He is my best friend. We work the same shift at the station, so we’re usually off at the same time. We share the same friends, and interests for the most part, so we end up spending a lot of time with each other. We are twins after all. They say there is a unique bond between twins.” He paused and glanced over at her to judge her reaction, and when she didn’t respond, he went on. “Do you have any siblings?”
    “No, I’m an only child. My mom had a tough time during my birth, and my dad didn’t want her to go through it again. It bothered me when I was young, but I got over it. Tina is like a sister to me, and Molly and Tyler were close enough to be my family. How long have you guys been firemen?” she asked. Damon felt a spear of heat in his gut when he looked over at her and she smiled at him. That smile could stop traffic.
    “Since we got out of school. That’s all I ever wanted to be growing up, and it keeps us close to home and our family. Why? Do you like firemen?” His tone changed as he spoke, and his voice got slightly more playful. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and Caroline gave a quick laugh.
    “What red-blooded woman hasn’t fantasized about a hot fireman? All that strength and masculinity wrapped up in a uniform…” She tapped her chin with her index finger as if she were deep in thought over a difficult puzzle.
    “Beautiful, I promise you I will help you fulfill whatever wicked fantasies you have about firemen, and then we can make some new ones.” He moved his hand in a firmer caress higher up her thigh, and let his hot gaze drift over her.
    Caroline shivered slightly under his scrutiny, and then she flipped her long hair over her shoulder in a nonchalant gesture. “Promises, promises. I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and you shouldn’t either.”
    “I don’t. And this is one promise I can’t wait to keep.” He laughed when her eyes widened just a bit. It was the only crack in her otherwise solid armor, but he could tell that he was getting to her. He couldn’t wait to get her home.
     
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    Caroline quieted after Damon’s last statement, trying to keep her body in control. She wished he wouldn’t say things like that because it made it harder for her not to jump on him and kiss the breath out of him. Her body was revolting against her, and she wanted to let go and just enjoy the ride, but her type-A personality was fighting the reaction hard.
    She watched Devin’s large black pickup truck behind them as they drove, and couldn’t help but grin at how perfectly the vehicle matched his personality. Strong, dependable, and oh so masculine. Damon’s dark-blue mustang seemed to fit him just as smoothly, with speed and flash, and a definite sex appeal. As she watched Devin following them, she noticed that there seemed to be another vehicle following him. This one was a white SUV with tinted windows, and there were definitely a couple of people in it. Why would someone be following them from the hospital? She blinked and laughed internally. Now she was imagining a stalker? It was probably just a coincidence that that vehicle was following the same path. She couldn’t keep her eyes from straying to that SUV though as they reached the twins’ home, and she watched it pass behind them slowly as if continuing on to their destination. Her puzzled thoughts were broken as they parked, and she got her first glimpse of her temporary home.
    It was a pretty little ranch-style house that had a beautifully manicured lawn, and a cute iron bench on the small front porch. Small, neatly kept flower boxes holding red and yellow geraniums hung from the front windows, and four glorious rosebushes were blooming along the front walk. It was lovely, and gave her a sense of peace about coming to stay with these guys. Axe murders weren’t flower gardeners,