Maggie's Wolves, Part Three: A BBW Shifter Romance (Red Mountain Pack Book 3) by Cara Morgan

agenda.”
    “Case has never had to think of his wolf as separate,” Jack said. “He grew up in a good pack and has never lived much around humans. I rejected what my wolf wanted by walking away from my old pack. You had to hide your wolf. It’s probably given us a better appreciation of where the boundaries are.” A gust of wind blew into the garage and she shivered. Taking her hand, Jack tugged her deeper into the garage. “Come on. Let’s put our gear away and then I’ll introduce you to Carson. You’ll like him. He’s our age.”
    “You make it sound like we’re headed to a playdate.”
    Jack’s blue eyes danced. “Carson is a nice boy. He likes a lot of the same games that you do and almost always shares his toys.”
    “Brat.” She hip checked him into a cart and Jack swung her off her feet, tickling her belly before letting her go.
    They stripped off their gear and Jack put everything away neatly in its place. He hooked the gloves together in pairs and tossed them into a big metal basket. The goggles were hung up on a peg in the wall.
    They walked back to the house in comfortable silence. As soon as they stepped inside the small mudroom, Maggie heard voices coming from the direction of the great room. She recognized Eli’s voice and apparently Case had returned too. The other voice belonged to a stranger. Jack led the way through a narrow hallway and into the great room. The man on the leather couch was turned slightly away from her. He was busy talking to Case and didn’t notice them immediately which gave her a chance to study him. Carson. He had curly dark brown hair, the profile of a poet and the hands of a musician. He gestured as he talked.
    “Two teenage daredevils and their great aunt who’d had hip surgery last year. The boy wanted to climb Kelly’s Peak all on his own and the girl wanted to climb me.”
    “Rough trip then?” Case asked.
    Carson gave him a withering look. “You knew.”
    “I thought you could handle it on your own.”
    “You just enjoyed the idea of me trying to rein someone in. Being the voice of caution and restraint is not exactly in my nature.”
    Case shrugged. “That’s why you need the practice. Did everyone survive the trip?”
    “The only casualty was my self-respect.”
    “And the girl?”
    Carson looked disgusted. “Was a girl, even if she seemed to think she was full-grown. I might only be a few years from horny teenagerdom myself, but I do have some self-control.” He tossed his head against the back of the couch, rumpling the leather. “God, I reek. I can’t believe anyone would be interested in me like this.”
    Maggie could believe it. She could believe it just fine. The heat in her blood simmered to the surface, her wolf responding to the challenge of a new male.
    Carson’s nose wrinkled, and he lifted his head. “What’s that smell?”
    “You?” Case offered, amusement in his voice. He didn’t look toward Jack or Maggie, though Eli noticed them standing there and smiled a welcome.
    Carson shook his head. “No the good smell. It’s freaking amazing. Like—” He broke off when he finally looked around the room and set eyes on Maggie.
    She raised her hand and waved. “Hi.”
    Carson’s eyes widened. His body tightened to the ready stillness of a predator.
    “I wondered how long it would take you to notice,” Case said, breaking the sudden and tense silence. “We had a stranger in the house, and it took you nearly twenty minutes to notice.”
    “She’s not a stranger,” Carson said. “I can smell you all over her. All of you.” His gaze moved to the man standing beside her. “Even Jack.”
    Carson stood up, facing her, but his eyes fixed on Jack. He looked angry and… and hurt . Jack’s hand flexed on her shoulder and fell away. He moved to step past her, but before he could say anything, Carson turned to stomp out of the room.
    “Carson,” Jack called, moving to follow. He paused to turn back at her. Curling a hand around