Melanie felt a flush creep up her cheeks and her breath was lodged in her throat. She felt like she might drown in her own mortification. Her hair was dripping wet and soaking the front of Brad’s shirt as she just managed to clutch her towel in a death-grip so it wouldn’t unravel from around her body.
Brad couldn't believe for a minute that sprawled on top of him was Melanie, dripping wet in nothing but a towel. What was she doing here anyway? The minute she'd collided into him, his wolf had sensed her. Immediately, wolf and man had instinctively worked as one to take the brunt of the fall and save her from any potential injury. But this was not a scenario Brad wanted to be in.
“I-I didn’t see-" Melanie began in a squeaky voice.
“That’s obvious,” Brad commented dryly, his eyebrows bu
