Chapter 11
“Deer for lunch again?” Ginger grumbled. Still, she was the first to shed her human clothes as we tumbled out of our two vehicles in the secluded pull-off a few miles into the national forest.
Of course, the trouble twin’s alacrity at disrobing might have been due to enthusiasm at the opportunity to parade around n***d in front of our pack’s newest member once again rather than excitement at the prospect of yet another catch-your-own dinner. But who was I to complain about someone else’s overactive hormones when I couldn’t seem to get that absent uber-alpha’s amber eyes out of my mind?
Ginger appeared to be better at attracting her intended quarry than I was because Quill’s gaze immediately drifted south, caressing the trouble twin’s curvy form. But her prey’s attention didn’
