Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase (Spooky Boys #3)

Nah. I’m good. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Blair

You sure?

Me

Dude. It’s just a vet. I’m fine. Not like I’m selling my kidneys or something.

I put my phone away when I heard the knock at the door. “Stay,” I commanded Mutt-the-dog, before heading toward the front door with what I hoped was a friendly grin.

It was time to figure out the truth.

The man waiting on the other side of the door when I pushed it open was seriously fucking stunning. He exuded calm, his very energy infecting the air around him as I relaxed and stared up at him—and up—and up—because holy shit, the guy had to be seven feet tall.

I had never met a person that big.

I’d thought Mutt was massive—but fuck, he had nothing on this guy.

His dark skin lit up orange as the light from the complex hallway hit him from behind. His smile was pearly white, and his gold eyes glittered as he shifted his armload over and offered me his now free hand. I shook it, still a little shocked by his size.

“I’m Theo,” he said, eyes warm. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Werewolf. Definitely a fucking werewolf.

I wasn’t sure why I was surprised. Of course the only people Mutt knew were werewolves.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice,” I said, releasing his hand quickly so I wouldn’t look like a total weirdo before shifting to the side to invite him in. “You want a drink or anything?” Holy-shit-he’s-big. As he passed by me, I couldn’t help but stare.

Mutt-the-dog hopped off the couch, his tail wagging, his head cocked to the side as he stared at the visitor.

“What’s his name?” Theo asked curiously, smiling down at the dog as he knelt on the ground—obviously not worried about getting dirty. He was barefoot. I stared at the bare soles of his feet, eyes wide, cheeks a little flushed. I hadn’t expected that.

The bare feet.

Maybe it was a werewolf thing?

Or maybe…a Theo thing.

He seemed very down to earth. Perhaps that was part of it.

He was either a really good liar, or simply too fucking chill to give himself away.

“Mutt,” I answered automatically. And then I flushed even redder, because even I knew how that sounded.

Shit.

Don’t give yourself away.

“Huh,” Theo held a hand out, gently stroking along the dog’s head. He woofed softly, butting into the palm, his blue eyes warm. I stared at the two of them, something settling inside me as I sucked in a breath.

“He looks like—you know,” I shrugged a shoulder, shutting the door behind us, and doing my damndest to force down the need to bolt all five of the locks. He’ll think you’re a freak. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.

I did one—and then another.

But was able to force myself not to do the last three.

Though that was difficult.