Wolf Line: Granite Lake Wolves, Book 5 - Weebly

sauntered into her path.
And stopped.
“Holy fuck, you smell like him.” Chad
pointed to Jared. “You been turning me down
to hump a grease jockey?”
Keri planted both hands on her hips and
glared. “You’re in my way.”
“Really, Keri, really?” Chad inched aside
but raised his volume. “All this time? You
choose that mongrel over me?”
Jared watched intently, just to make sure if
Chad did do anything inappropriate, he’d be
able to leap from the maintenance hold and rip
the ass’s head off. And because he was paying
close attention, he saw it all, like poetry in
motion. Keri timed her step past Chad so her
hip connected at the perfect angle to send him
sprawling into the open space that was filled
with overflow from the stopped up pipes.
Two additional careful steps brought her
safely over the piping lining the floor, then she
kicked slightly, like a dog covering her
business, and Jared clamped his mouth shut to