Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon (A Werewolf Romance)

…“I go to hardware store,” he said in his Baltic drawl, over pronouncing in that way that made her knees buckle. “I drop you off.”

Could any man be more confusing? One moment he was ready to defy his uncle to keep her with him, the next, practically giving her to Nick. She glared at Lothar but he ignored her. She knew it didn’t help that she had no idea what she wanted, but still, he could give her a clue.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you send mixed messages?” she said.

He walked over to the table and powered down his laptop. “Only for you, Darling.”

She sighed. “Nick asked me to spend the day with him. He wants to take me away from here.”

He closed his laptop. “And?”

“I might stand him up.”

“How long will that last?” He leaned back against the counter in jeans that fit him all too well, and yet another black shirt. He took a sip of coffee.

Look at me, you idiot.

Nope, still drinking coffee.

Sometimes, she really wanted to hurt him…