Werewolf in Denver by Vicki Lewis Thompson Read Free Book Online Page A

They don’t need to. They know what it is.”
    “I realize that.” Tapping her phone against her chin, she began to roam the kitchen, opening drawers, sorting through whatever she found there. “Here we go.” She pulled a small booklet out of one of the drawers. “It’s an address and phone book. They won’t be in here, but friends will. I’ll call around until I get the number.”
    “They’ll simply give it to you?”
    She looked surprised that he’d ask. “The Stillman name is very well-known in Denver, so if I pick somebody local, no worries. It would be the same as you using the MacDowell name back in…what’s the name of your little town?”
    “I bide in Glenbarra.”
    “Right. I’m sure the MacDowell name opens doors in Glenbarra. Besides, I don’t have to tell the friend that we broke in. I can just say there’s a problem with the cabinand I need to get in touch with Bob and Edith.” She flipped a page in the address book, but then she glanced up. “While I’m doing this, I wish you would please soak your feet in that turkey roaster.”
    “It seems I won’t need to be soaking my feet, after all.”
    “Of course you will. You said yourself they were cold.”
    “They were. But they’re not now.”
    “Why not?”
    He smiled at her. “That kiss warmed me all the way down to my toes, lass.”
    Kate took one look at that smile and quickly began studying the address book as if it contained the secrets of the universe. Now that he’d made that comment, she realized her feet weren’t cold anymore, either. In fact, not a single cell in her body was cold.
    Earlier she’d watched him cross to the thermostat and turn up the heat, but that had nothing to do with the warmth that had spread through her system. The next twelve hours were going to be a huge challenge. Ironically, although she ran a dating site, she hadn’t used it herself in months. Organizing HOWL and writing her book had taken up every bit of her spare time.
    Being tucked away with a virile Were like Duncan had reminded her of what she’d been missing. In some ways, even though their interaction had been at a distance until today, he was the male she’d had the most significant contact with recently. Her attraction to him wasn’t at all surprising, even given their differences.
    But she was strong enough to subdue her urges. She had to be. Taking several calming breaths, she searchedthe names and addresses in the little book until she found one that looked promising. Someone, probably Edith, had scribbled names of the couple’s grandchildren in the margin, so they must be good friends.
    Sure enough, the woman who answered was eager to help and supplied a phone number for the Stewarts immediately. Kate thanked her and punched in the number. All the while she was aware of Duncan sweeping glass and using paper towels to soak up water on the hardwood floor. He’d taken off his shoes and socks and she needed to follow his lead so she wouldn’t track any more water around.
    Sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, she began unlacing one boot as she waited for someone to answer the phone. But it was hard to unlace one-handed. Sticking the phone between her ear and her shoulder, she tackled the laces again and managed to get a stubborn knot in the left boot.
    About that time Edith answered the phone, and Kate temporarily gave up on the knot. “Hello, Edith, it’s Kate Stillman calling from Colorado.”
    “Kate! We saw on the news about the blizzard and it looks just awful. Are you calling about the cabin? Please say it’s okay.”
    “Your cabin is fine, Edith.” She started working at the knot again with her free hand. “But there is a little matter I need to tell you about. I was returning from the airport with a resort guest when I hit a patch of ice and buried the nose of my SUV in a snowbank.”
    “Oh, no! Are you all right?”
    “Fortunately my passenger and I weren’t hurt, but there’s no way we’re getting a tow tonight.