Beauty and the Werewolf by Miller Kristin

Author:Miller, Kristin [Miller, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Beauty and the Beast, Art, Kristin Miller, Billionaire Hero, werewolf, Covet, pnr, Paranormal, alpha hero, Romance, entangled, Fated Mates, San Francisco Wolf Pack, San Francisco, contemporary romance, Secret Identity
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-08-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

A little before nightfall, they arrived at his house. She had to pick up her things and head to the airport before too long.

Maybe after another kiss. Or four.

“I’d like to thank you for saving my life last night,” Jack said, leading Isabelle down the hall. “For letting me taste your lips this morning…and this afternoon.” Gently, he caressed her lower lip with his thumb. She shivered at his touch. “There’s only one thing I can think to give you that would show you the depth of my appreciation.”

Oh yeah? How deep would his “appreciation” go?

Taking Jack’s hand, Isabelle let him escort her to a giant door at the end of the hall. “Is this your red room?” she asked, blush creeping into her cheeks. “Because I should tell you now I’m not into it.”

“No, I believe Branson said the color he painted on the walls was stone gray.” Smirking, Jack turned the handle and pushed the door open wide. “But I like the fact that you’re still standing here if that’s where you thought I was taking you. Close your eyes.” Ever so gently, he brushed his hands down her forehead, so she’d close them. “Step in. That’s it.”

Although he guided her, she tripped over her own foot and stumbled. He caught her, snaking an arm around her waist.

“Easy,” he said, leading her into a room that smelled of white tea and fig. The aroma was luxurious and clean, and if she wasn’t mistaken, the temperature took a sudden drop the moment they entered the room. “Before you see the surprise, I want you to know that I appreciate every single item in this room equally.”

Okay, now she was really intrigued.

Peeking with one eye, Isabelle searched around the spacious room. It wasn’t a room at all. It was a gallery. His private gallery. The walls were painted deep stone gray, as he’d said. Dim lights shone from the ceiling, illuminating the hanging artwork. There were Monets, Renoirs, Warhols, and—

Hold up.

She strode closer to one piece in particular.

“Werewolf at the Great Wall,” she breathed, touching the bottom of her painting. She’d painted it fifteen years ago. She could still smell the scent of wood, grass, and earth as it’d surrounded her on that warm summer night. “Where’d you…”

She whirled around, cutting her thought short.

Jack stood in the center of the room, a smug look of satisfaction on his gorgeous face. But it wasn’t the vision of him in his gallery that had the breath ripping from her lungs. It was the collection of art on the wall behind him—the collection of Bella Nolan art.

“I…” Her feet moved closer of their own accord as tears stung her eyes. “You…my—the artwork…it’s…”

Now she wouldn’t have to waste weeks, months, years tracking down her work to display in one place.

Did Jack have any idea how much this meant to her?

Without thinking, she ran into his arms. He caught her, embracing her tightly, nuzzling into her hair.

Her works were all there, with the exception of the very first, of course.

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