Growl (Winter Pass Wolves Book 2) by Vivian Wood, Amelie Hunt Read Free Book Online Page B

asked, her voice muffled against his chest.
    “Always,” Pax said. “This doesn’t mean we’re fixed, but… at least I understand now. I guess we both need some time to sort out our thoughts.”
    “You think there’ll still be a we when you’re done thinking?” Brooke asked, her expression sincere.
    “I don’t know,” Pax admitted. “I hope so.”
    Brooke nodded, but didn’t push him further.
    They sat like that for a long time, not talking. The sun set as Pax rocked them both, savoring her closeness. Brooke relaxed in his arms, growing sleepy. Pax felt a different kind of tension, his wolf desperate to touch her, taste her, but tonight wasn’t the night for it. Right now, he just wanted to breathe in her scent, feel her warm body in his arms.
    “Would it be okay if we slept together?” Brooke asked. Then, quickly, “I mean like, just sleep. I feel so tired, Pax.”
    A laugh rumbled in his chest as Pax scooped her up and stood.
    “You’re the boss,” he said, carrying Brooke into his cabin and depositing her on his bed.
    Brooke watched him quietly as he undressed her, then himself. He turned off the light and climbed into bed with her, pulled her to his side, and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. Pax followed her soon after, lulled by the rhythmic sound of her soft breathing.
    He hadn’t felt this kind of peace in… well, since the day she’d left him.
    A guy could get used to this , was his last waking thought.

Chapter Six
    “ T his is not going as I planned,” Chase said, snatching a shot of whisky from Brooke’s fingers. He tossed the shot back, then slammed it on the wood bar top and gave Brooke a warning look. “Stop drinking.”
    “I’m fine,” Brooke said. She glanced around the dark, smoky bar and sighed, wishing she hadn’t let Chase drag her out just days after her big breakup. Especially since she’d pounded a few shots, said something a little snarky to Pax, and now he was across the bar flirting with some skanky no-name blonde.
    Men are the worst .
    She almost couldn’t blame the other woman; Pax was looking too damn hot for his own good in low-slung dark jeans and a navy t-shirt that clung to him in all the naughtiest places. Worse, every time he caught Brooke looking, he gave her this look , this cocky expression that said I know you want me .
    And she did. Of course she did, so much.
    She tugged at the hem of her red leather mini dress and shuffled her feet, making a face at the way her black patent leather heels pinched her feet. She wasn’t used to dressing like a party girl anymore, so all her wild clothes were a couple years old and a little too youthful for her. Hell, this whole bar was too youthful for her, with its pounding music and busy dance floor, crammed with people dirty dancing.
    “Quit fidgeting. You’re like a child right now. A drunk child,” Chase said, rolling his eyes. “Drink a glass of water and then go over there and interrupt him, for god’s sake.”
    “Interrupt who?” Brooke said, picking up the cup of ice water that Chase slid over to her and taking a sip. She tried to play it cool, but her eyes wandered right over to Pax and the blonde, who was leaning over the booth where Pax sat, saying something and waggling her boobs in an unsubtle way.
    “He looks miserable, if you’ll notice,” Chase told Brooke. “Pink tube tops and cherry lip gloss have really never been his thing.”
    “And what, pray tell, is his thing ?” Brooke snapped, frowning at her brother. “Since you’re determined to butt in.”
    “You, Brooke. You’re like… his only thing. He’s never dated anyone, and all his hookups have looked just like you,” Chase said, sounding a little disgusted. “It’s pathetic. I keep trying to tell him that you’re not even that great.”
    “Jerk,” Brooke said, rolling her eyes and slapping Chase’s arm. “I’m awesome. You’re lucky just to know me, buddy.”
    Chase’s expression sobered.
    “Listen, Pax told me