FOR A SPLIT SECOND, I imagined that Hunter was the one merging his lips with mine. The uber-alpha would taste just the way he smelled—like cold root beer, the refreshing aroma enveloping me and beating back the summer heat. I’d kiss him back....
I opened my eyes and pushed Ginger away as I regained my senses. “What the heck, Ginger?”
The trouble twin’s cheeks were flushed, and I expected her to shoot another pointed glance at Quill. After all, my friend had gone for a classic catch-the-guy’s-attention move and would be wanting to know if her girl kiss had paid off.
But instead, my pack mate just gazed into my eyes, searching my face as if trying to decide whether the lipstick she’d smeared onto my skin suited my complexion. I wiped the goop away in disgust. It was bad enough to watch Qu
