“Ouch,” he replied, smiling. “Sometimes, a wolf can run alone, you know.”
“Only rogue ones.” I settled my elbows on the bar and watched him take a swig from his longneck while he studied my cleavage with tattooed water lilies trailing into the line. “Find the hidden treasure, sunshine?”
“God, you’re feisty.” Something sparked in his eyes.
Sam has been fun to write.