TheWolfInside by CarrieKelly, Kelly Read Free Book Online

have
enough spending money on the side. And what good was going to Europe without
shopping?
    Eva frowned
at the skinny women hustling past and ran her hands over her stomach. The
blouse hid the bulge, but that didn’t mean she could fit into little European
sizes. Well, she could still go shopping, if not for clothing.
    She gripped
her suitcase with one hand and the strap of her purse with the other. Friends
who’d been to Europe warned her about pickpockets in crowded places. Not like
she couldn’t handle it, growing up in New York City, but getting robbed first
thing didn’t sound appealing.
    Taking a
deep breath, she smiled despite the fatigue. She’d done it. You’ll never
amount to anything without a husband , her mother would say. Well, the old
bitch was wrong – again. Now here Eva was, and that was something, even
if she didn’t have a man to share it with her. Maybe she’d find a hot European
guy for a fling.
    They’ll
never want you . Not
when you look like that. Not when you’re a fat cow , the voice of her mother
echoed inside Eva’s head. She shook it free and smoothed a hand over her
blouse. It clung to her the narrowest part of her waist and hid the wideness of
her hips.
    There was
nothing she could do about the way she was built. If men didn’t like it,
they didn’t have to date her , Eva told herself.
    And it
wasn’t like she couldn’t get laid. One night stands were easy, but finding a
guy to stick around was another matter. Long term boyfriends weren’t her forte.
After a few dates, men got tired of her. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe they
were just using her for sex.
    She frowned
at the thought. Well, even if she couldn’t find a husband, it didn’t mean she
couldn’t live a decent life. And there was no use thinking about any of that
now. She was in Paris. She should be happy. Plus, Eva needed to find her tour
guide. What was his name? Ewan something?
    Eva stood against
the kiosk next to the baggage claim, the place the tour guide was supposed to
met her. She was slightly early. Her flight made good time, but where the hell
was he?
    As she was
looking around, someone bumped into her from the side.
    “Pardon,”
the small woman muttered in French.
    Eva clutched
her purse and nodded.
    Then a
gorgeous man she hadn’t noticed before grabbed the small woman’s hand and pried
Eva’s wallet from it.
    “Think this
is yours,” he said with a Scottish accent.
    Eva tried
not to gape and slid the wallet back into her purse. “I, uh, thank you.”
    “Course,” he
said with a wicked grin on his lips. “Are you Evangeline Barns?”
    No way in
hell was that her tour guide. Eva wasn’t that lucky – not by a long shot.
His hair was dirty blond and brushed back from his forehead, though the tips of
it brushed his collar. He had stubble on his cheeks, like he hadn’t shaved in a
few days, and his blue eyes danced when they met hers.
    She wanted
to ask him how he knew her name, but she didn’t. “Eva, actually. Who are you?”
     “I’m
Ewan McLane. The tour agency sent me to look after you.”  He held out his
strong hand, taking her dainty one and shaking it firmly but gently.
    His touch
nearly singed her palm.
    Her heart
jumped into her throat, and she shuddered under his hot touch. He really was
her tour guide? “Yes, that’s me. How did you know that woman was a pickpocket?”
she asked to get her mind off the other thoughts that flooded it – like
how good-looking Ewan was.
    “In my line
of work, I get a sense of people. Plus, I’ve seen her around her quite a bit.”
    “And you’re
not going to call the police?” she said and gripped her purse like the
pickpocket might come for it again.
    Ewan shook
his head. “No point really. They wouldn’t do much, and there are worse folks
out there than her, trust me, lass.”
    Lass? Eva’s cheeks heated, and she changed the
subject. “So you speak French?”
    He wore a
flannel shirt and jeans, and he seemed like he’d fit in