So I Married a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) by Kristin Miller Read Free Book Online

around the corner and gasped when she laid eyes on the pup.
    “Oh. My. Gawd.” Her jaw went slack. “Isn’t he the cutest ?”
    She ripped him from Faith’s arms before she could hand him over.
    Cupping the dog in her hands, Tracy rubbed his fur against her face, made mewing sounds against his belly, and let him lick her face. They were practically bonded. Well, except for the fact that Tracy wasn’t a werewolf and didn’t know about werewolves or their lifelong bonding process.
    Considering they’d just tongued, those were minor details.
    “Where’d you get him?” Tracy cooed, her blue eyes twinkling bright. “He’s just the most adorable little thing. Aren’t you, boy? Aren’t you?”
    “I’m watching him for the shelter. Mind holding him while I show you what I was thinking for tonight?”
    “Not at all.” Tracy settled onto the edge of the bed and continued to make out with the furball. “We’ll sit and watch together.”
    “I’m still here,” Carter yelled from the living room. “I want to see.”
    “Why do you care so much about her wardrobe, anyway?” Tracy balked. “Are you a control freak or something?”
    Faith heard Carter sigh through the closed bedroom door. “I don’t want to tell her where we’re going for dinner, but I want to make sure she’s dressed appropriately.”
    “That makes sense…I guess.”
    After kicking off her Converse, Faith stripped out of her jeans and cable-knit sweater. She stepped into a deep purple pantsuit, zipped up, and shrugged into the matching coat. “Option one,” she said, spreading her arms wide. “What do you think?”
    As Tracy detached her face from the pooch, she shrieked. “Sweetheart, the color’s great, but the outfit is only an option if it’s 1993. Are those… shoulder pads ?”
    “No!” Faith jabbed at her shoulders to make sure. “Maybe. It’s not that bad.”
    “It’s not that great.” Tracy leaned over the bed, and mouthed the next words. “You want him to like you, right?”
    How to answer?
    Faith nodded, feeling naked even though she was cloaked in purple polyester.
    “Then take it off. And burn it.”
    “Show me,” Carter barked.
    As Faith opened the bedroom door to show him, Tracy lifted the pup in front of her face and hid behind him.
    Carter laughed. Covered it with a gulp of his Starbucks. “Tracy’s right. Burn it.”
    “I said it was an option .” Faith grabbed the open door and slammed it shut. In Carter’s laughing face.
    She stripped down and dressed in option number two, a simple black dress with spaghetti straps and a low-cut front. The bottom was plain, reaching her feet, but the top showed off “the girls.”
    “Better?” she asked Tracy, spinning around.
    Tracy peeked out from behind the pup, who whimpered at the sight of the dress.
    “Better,” she said, flipping her blond curls over her shoulder. “But not right. Go show Carter that one so he sees the rack you’re always hiding under those hideous T-shirts.”
    Faith planted her hands on her hips. She didn’t want to show him her rack. She wanted him to like her for who she was. To think she was sexy no matter what she wore.
    “Move,” Tracy mouthed. “Show him what he’s missing.”
    With a huff, Faith shuffled into the living room and spun around. Carter had moved to the couch and slid forward so that his body was flat, with his head supported by a scrunched-up throw pillow. Thoughts of straddling his middle invaded Faith’s brain. He could stay just like that. She could put her feet on the floor on either side of his him…
    “Faith!” he said. “Did you hear me?”
    “I’m sorry.” She shook dirty thoughts of him out of her head. “What?”
    “I said you’ve got a lint sheet stuck right—there, right there on the back.”
    Disaster . She showed him what he was missing all right. A freaking lint sheet.
    She twisted and bent around, ripped the sheet off, and crumpled it into a ball. “What do you think?