A Girl and Her Wolf (Howl, #7) by Jody Morse, Jayme Morse Read Free Book Online Page A

defensively. “I don’t appreciate you listening in on our conversations, Bennett.”
    “Sorry, but listening in on everyone is what I do. You try being deceased for a while,” he replied with a shrug. “Now you just have to hope that I don’t tell all your pack members about this secret relationship the two of you are in.”
    Emma’s face twisted in horror. “You wouldn’t!” Glancing over at Colby, she asked, “Would he?”
    “I don’t know,” Colby replied honestly, glancing over at Bennett. “ Would you?”
    “You’ll never know,” Bennett replied, shooting them a sinister grin. “Stay on my good side and maybe you’ll never have to find out.” Without saying another word, he disappeared into thin air.
    Emma glanced over at Colby. “Well, that sucks.”
    “I’m sure it will be no big deal. Don’t worry.” He yawned, stretching. “Are you tired? We need to get up for school in a few hours.”
    She shrugged. “I guess.” Rising to her feet, she said, “Goodnight.” She gave him a small wave before heading back to her bedroom, feeling pleased about their conversation.
     
    *
     
    “So, are you two lovebirds thinking about getting divorced already?” Bennett asked now as he sat on the sofa next to her while she cradled Davenport, who was still sleeping in her arms.
    “No . . . I don’t think so,” she replied. Then, quietly, she added, “I hope not, at least.”
    Bennett seemed to soften a little. “Don’t worry. I’m sure that whatever’s going on, it will all work out in the end.”
    “Thanks, Ben,” Emma replied, forcing a small smile. “I think I’m going to see if Colby can watch Davenport so I can go for a walk.”
    “Davenport is quite the cutie, I must admit,” Bennett said, smiling down at the sleeping baby. When he glanced back up at Emma, he added, “I would like to volunteer my babysitting services anytime you need them.”
    She lifted an eyebrow. “Can ghosts even babysit?”
    Bennett shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I’ve protected your life more than once. I think I’d make just as fine a babysitter as any mortal or werewolf you know.”
    “I’ll keep it in mind,” Emma replied, even though she couldn’t imagine any instance in which she would trust him to watch Samara’s son. “I’ll see you later, I’m sure.”
    “Indeed,” Bennett agreed. He had that habit of popping up whenever he wanted to. No one ever really knew when he was watching them.

 
     
     
    Chapter 8: Colby
     
    Colby managed to close his eyes just before a pile of sweet potatoes hit against his nose. So far, Davenport had managed to fling baby food all over the kitchen floor and kitchen walls as he giggled from his high chair.
    On the bright side, he actually wasn’t crying for once even though Emma had gone for a walk. And even Colby had to admit that his Godson had one hell of a swing on him. Maybe he would be the first werewolf in history to make it all the way to the MLB. Luke would have been really proud if his son was the next Babe Ruth or Jackie Robinson.
    Daven started to eat what little was remaining of his sweet potatoes as Colby knelt on the tiled floor and began to clean up the mess he’d made.
    “Is babysitting turning out to be more than you bargained for, Colby?” a voice asked from behind him.
    Colby glanced over his shoulder to find Bennett hovering on the other side of the rectangular kitchen table. “No, it hasn’t been that bad,” he lied. Truthfully, though, the whole experience had been pretty intense so far. It actually sort of scared him that Emma really seemed to want a baby in the near future. Daven barely liked him. What if his own child didn’t, either?
    “I’ve already let Emma know, but in case she hasn’t informed you—and I don’t believe she has,” Bennett began. “I’m willing to babysit Samara and Declan’s child at any time, day or night. All you need to do is call me—by name or by burning a candle.”
    “Thanks, Ben,”