TRINITY’S POV
“It will be cooler once we’re moving,” the wolf reasoned, holding the jacket out to me.
I took it with limp hands, my eyes traveling over the length of Jaxom’s broad chest before settling on the muscles rippling beneath his lightweight t-shirt.
“Are you going to wear one?”
A jacket made to his size would probably cost a fortune. Then again, one look at the showroom Harley he’d rode in on told me he was loaded. When I glanced back up, two pools of blue were observing me with keen interest.
“Like what you see?” he asked with macho pride, taking a bold step forward.
“Just wondering if you’re going to smell like wet dog when you start to sweat under all that leather.” I smiled at him sweetly and fluttered my lashes.
“Like I said, werewolf hide is tough and it heals fa
