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

We happened to be right by your cabin, so we—”
    “I hope you found a way to get in.”
    She tugged harder on the knot, but it wouldn’t give. “Yes, we did get in. But I have to apologize because we had to break a front window to do it.” As she reached down to unlace the other boot, Duncan walked over and knelt at her feet. She waved him off.
    “Don’t worry about the window,” Edith said. “At least you’re in out of the storm.”
    “We’ll get the glass replaced tomorrow, I promise. And we’ve taped a garbage bag over the window. I’ll reimburse you for the extra electricity, too.”
    Duncan wouldn’t be waved off. He started working on the knot she’d created, his dark head bent over the task. Unless she wanted to get into a tussle with him while she was on the phone with Edith, she had to sit still and let him finish the job.
    “Heavens, don’t even think about paying for the electricity,” Edith said. “You’ll need food. Eat whatever you can find. It’s only canned stuff, not very exciting, but there are a couple of bottles of red wine in a cabinet in the living room. Oh, and some beer in the refrigerator, I think. Make yourselves at home.”
    “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”
    Duncan lifted his head and smiled. “You’re welcome.”
    “Not you,” she muttered, frowning at him.
    “Excuse me?” Edith sounded confused.
    “Nothing, nothing. Just trying to do two things at once. I appreciate the offer of food and drink, and we’ll replace that, too.” She tried not to imagine Duncan undressing her, yet his attention to her boots felt like that. After she’d made such a big deal about his feet, he must assume she was desperate to get out of her boots.
    “Please take whatever you need and don’tworry about replacing it,” Edith said. “None of it’s gourmet fare, I assure you. We don’t have TV reception, but there’s a DVD player and the bookshelf’s loaded with movies. I’m afraid there’s only one bed, though. I don’t know if you feel chummy enough with your guest to share it, but there’s also the couch.”
    “We’ll work it out, Edith. I’m so grateful for your understanding.”
    Duncan finished with one boot and pulled it off. Then he rolled down her wet sock and tossed that aside. The combination of his capable hands working on her feet and Edith’s comment about bed sharing put Kate in the very state of mind she’d been trying to avoid. Why did she have to be snowbound with the sexiest Were she’d met in years when he was also the last one on earth she should lust after?
    “Of course I understand, dear. There’s a reason we only spend summers at the cabin. It’s gorgeous there, but we’re not up to battling that winding road in the winter. I’m just glad you’re going to be okay. You and your guest, that is.”
    “Thank you. We’re feeling very lucky, too.” So long as neither of them got lucky tonight, all would be well.
    “You’ll need a key to lock up when you leave, and also when someone repairs the window. There’s a metal key box in the flowerpot by the back door.”
    “Too bad I didn’t know that before. We could have spared the window.”
    Duncan grasped her calf and pulled off the other boot. After he removed her sock, he began massaging her feet. She told herself to resist, but his touch felt like heaven and she couldn’t make herself draw back.
    “You can file that information away for next time,”Edith said. “Also, there’s a small supply of firewood under a tarp on the back porch. You should make a fire and thaw yourselves out.”
    Kate was more thawed out than she’d been in ages. A fire might be overkill. But the offer was generous, and she told Edith so. “And be sure and say hello to Bob for me. I’ll be talking to you soon.”
    “Don’t rush out into that storm again, Kate. Take all the time you need.”
    “We will—thanks. Good-bye.” She pushed the disconnect button and sank against the back of the chair