CHAPTER ELEVEN
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Over the next weeks, Pippa and I became friends. Emily started attending a grief counseling group and I persuaded her into taking over my hours at the hotline. Heaven forbid. I shuddered at the thought of spending more time in that building. Everything seemed normal until Emily left Pippa and me at the library.
“Hi, guys!” Brown drew next to our table. She panted and brushed a chunk of her sweaty hair off her face. She wore a bohemian dress that clung to her, all the way to her little toes that were in brown leather sandals. “Man, it’s hot. Are you guys as hot as me?”
Pippa looked at me for a second. “I’m actually a little cold.”
Brown laughed. “You’re so funny. Werewolves aren’t ever cold. At least, I didn’t think they were.”
We both sat up straight at that s
