job description required, Indi stood up from the boxes she’d unpacked and stretched. She’d been working all morning. Her office was the front living area at the side of the house. It was walled on the curved side with windows and sat up two short steps from the main sunken living room. A dressmaker’s dummy, currently wearing vintage Alexander McQueen, was her main project. While she employed a staff in a small warehouse, and they managed the bulk of the sewing and online orders, she did choose a few gowns to revamp because she loved the process of redesigning what had been a gorgeous piece to begin with, and she was an excellent seamstress. Home economics had been a favorite course in high school, and she’d taken fashion, textiles and business in college.
It was Saturday and the sun was high in the sky. She tried to keep her weekends free and not work too much. And she did have fresh peaches in the fridge...
Stripping away her clothes, Indi walked away from work and into the weekend.
Later, she floated on an inflatable lounge chair in the pool behind her home, eyes closed and one hand clasped about a peach sangria. No swimsuit. Nudity was her thing. Her shrubs were tall enough that she didn’t worry about nosy neighbors.
Indi wondered what Ry was up to. She’d told him she had intended to give the news about his nature a good think. But she’d been so busy the past few days she hadn’t taken a moment to look up werewolf online.
The man was a werewolf.
Half werewolf. And half faery.
And why was she not überfreaked about that? Shouldn’t she be worried that he was mentally disturbed and that to date him could put her in a dangerous situation with a psychopath? It was a stretch to go there with a man who had only been kind to her, but she had to consider the psychopath possibility. The world had gotten less kind and more strange. And that was just the humans.
Yet at the same time, she had seen those black sparkly faeries. Collectors, he’d called them. And she had witnessed Ry partially shift. His entire head had changed to a wolf’s head. Despite being drunk that night, she would never doubt her instincts, which confirmed everything he’d told her was true.
Now to decide where she stood with all this information. Could she date a werewolf? Because he’d intimated he’d wanted to get to know her better. What was different about him than any other man?
“Besides that he can change into a wolf,” she muttered. The sun beamed across her skin, glistening in the water droplets. “I wonder if he has sex with other wolves. As a wolf? Would he have sex with me as a wolf?”
Because those were the squicky questions that needed answers.
But she was rushing far ahead of herself. First things first. Ryland James was an amazingly sexy man that she wanted to date. And their first date was already on the calendar. He was also, seemingly, very kind, philanthropic and concerned for others. The man was keeping babies safe from abduction. It didn’t get any more honorable than that. He really was a superhero.
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