A Handful of Wolf by Sofia Grey Read Free Book Online Page B

and the smell of sea air tickling her nostrils.
    She closed her eyes and tried to relax, to coax the memory back.
    Sitting on a bright red blanket, with her feet bare and her shoes abandoned in an untidy heap. A warm hand on her neck. Incredibly bright blue eyes twinkling back at her. Stretching up, ready to lose herself in his kiss.
    No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall any more. It hung frustratingly out of reach.
    Sometime later, showered and dressed, and feeling more human by the minute, Megan wandered into the huge sunny kitchen in search of coffee. Her memories of the night before were hazy. Pretty much everything after leaving the club was just a blur. Sasha had been in the cab though, she was sure. How she made it into her bedroom and into bed, was a mystery. She’d obviously been too drunk to remove anything more than her shoes as she’d woken fully dressed—and with Sasha’s jacket folded neatly at the end of her bed.
    Had he stayed the night? No, she’d remember that .
    All she wanted was to revive herself with some caffeine and aspirin. She didn’t want to be accosted by her brothers. Hugh strolled in first, a smirk on his face. “Morning, sis. You seen Dad yet?”
    “No.” She busied herself spooning coffee grains into the pot, slow and precise. “It’s Saturday.” Their father was rarely home on a Saturday morning. “And what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be out looking at houses with Sharon.”
    “It’s Sherron , you pipsqueak. You know she hates people pronouncing it wrong.”
    Megan hid her smile. “Whatever. You know, for someone supposedly ‘in lurve,’ you’re not making much headway finding your own place. Twenty-seven years old and still mooching off Mum and Dad.”
    “Says the girl so pissed that she had to be carried in from her cab.” Alex’s scathing voice made her cringe. “What the hell did you get up to last night?”
    Why was the bloody coffee still not ready? She plunged anyway and poured the thin brew into the first mug that came to hand. Gah! It tasted feeble. “I went to Mighty Mike’s with Nessa and Lou.”
    “What about Sasha?” Hugh cocked his head and stared at her. She felt like a bug under a microscope.
    “What about him?” How did he know about Sasha?
    “You went out to dinner with Phillip. You came home with Sasha. Unconscious, I might add.” Shit .
    “I dumped Phillip.”
    “Before or after Sasha beat him up?”
    Angry now, she whirled round to speak to her brother, uncaring that the coffee splashed down her T-shirt. Alex leaned against the table, arms folded. It wasn’t fair that they tag-teamed her like this. “He didn’t…How do you know about that?”
    “He rang Dad. All very dignified, he didn’t make a fuss, but he wanted to warn him in case the local journos caught wind of the story.”
    Yeah, right. Megan wished she’d kneed Phillip in the bollocks too.
    * * * *
    Sasha picked up his cell phone and checked the time. Again. Come on , Jake. His Alpha was on the road somewhere and said he’d call back for a full update later. With the time difference, it was still early evening for Jake and it might be hours before he phoned. Meanwhile, Sasha had things to do. He needed to keep busy to avoid thinking about last night and the girl who might be his Mate. The idea was too scary to contemplate.
    How had he entered her dream so easily?
    If he was right, this whole maybe-Mate business was nothing more than a temporary urge brought on by something at the nightclub. The way to find out would be to see her again, see if the attraction was still as strong. His wolf rumbled its approval.
    A sharp rap at the door heralded Dion’s arrival. His friend dangled a set of keys between his fingers and jingled them. “You sure you wanna borrow Bessie? We need her back tonight. We’ve a gig.”
    “Thanks, dude.” Sasha took the keys and they bumped knuckles. Bessie might be an old and on-it’s-last-legs van, but it was a set of