E.A. Price - Valentine's Wolf (Grey Wolf Pack #11) by E A Price Read Free Book Online

to rationalize his behavior and determined that the guy probably deserved it. Thoroughly disappointed in herself for thinking like a southern belle, logic took over, and all she could see was the local police officer trying to arrest one of her employees.
    Fueled by her own irritation, she barreled out of the trailer and marched right over to him. Damn, why hadn’t she taken the time to get a manicure and her hair cut before now? Plus a bikini wax couldn’t have hurt. No, bad thoughts – bad, silly thoughts.
    The other workers had stopped what they were doing and were shouting insults at the sheriff, who steadfastly ignored them. His huge deputy, however, cracked his knuckles and eyeballed them all menacingly. They didn’t shut up, but they weren’t quite so vociferous as before.
    Val planted herself in front of the sheriff and put her hands on her hips. She must have looked like a poor imitation of Wonder Woman, but she didn’t care.
    “What’s going on here?” she demanded in her bossiest voice.
    The sheriff stopped but kept a hold on the man jerking in his grasp. The sheriff barely moved a muscle, and it didn’t seem to take any effort at all to restrain him, even though the man was struggling for all he was worth. The tall, dark wolf shifter raked his eyes over her body, appraising her and making her wish that she could freeze the moment and run off to the gym to lose, oh, say about, twenty pounds. Oh, well…
    Unexpectedly, the sheriff’s lips curled up slightly into a smile – a half-smile that almost had her go weak at the knees. Plus the uniform that did nothing to hide his perfect body didn’t help. It clung to him so tightly, she almost expected him to be a stripper. She almost asked him how much it would cost to hire him…
    She’d seen men who could have been called prettier than him, but his almost hard face and chiseled features made him downright smoldering. Added to that, his broad shoulders, long muscled legs, bulging biceps and that tight, tight stomach – lord, they grew them well out in Virginia! And oh, those eyes….
    Val stared into his remorseless dark eyes. It was like getting sucked into a deep, dark chocolate pool. She could happily swim in that darn pool all day! But, lord, it felt like he was seeing into her very soul. She shivered; she was dressed for the cool weather, but she felt naked under that look. That look that could see everything, that look that made her want to tell him everything tiny detail of her life: the good, the bad and the downright embarrassing.
    Oh, the moment was so perfect, and then he had to go ahead and ruin it by bringing her crashing back to reality.
    “Ma’am, please step back; this doesn’t concern you.”
    His deep voice was so sinfully smooth that she almost missed those words. Thank heavens her common sense started prevailing again, instead of her suddenly raging libido.
    “This does concern me, he is one of my employees,” she snapped. Although, for some reason, it felt really wrong to speak to him that way. To be fair, her only urge was to leap over to him and shower him with kisses. That probably wouldn’t go down well.
    The sheriff looked at her mildly. “A complaint has been made against your employee.”
    Val looked down at the struggling man. She thought his name was Trip or something like that. He was the site foreman, and she’d met him earlier. Her first impression of him had not been favorable, but he did work for her now, so maybe she should show a little solidarity.
    She jutted her chin. “Who made a complaint?”
    “A female said he was aggressive with her, and when she turned him down, he tried to grab her, so she hit him.”
    Val frowned. A female… that was an odd way of saying it. As for the rest, as bad as it sounded, yeah, she had no trouble imagining it.
    “Fucking wolf,” gasped the red-faced Trip, “I told you I was out drinking with my buddies. They’ll all tell you the same thing.”
    The sheriff’s face