Polar Heat by Simone Beaudelaire

Author:Simone Beaudelaire
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2015-05-18T22:00:00+00:00

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By the time 5pm rolled around, Riley had developed a massive headache. Apart from the normal kindergarten stresses of hair pulling, potty accidents and broken crayons, the unpleasantness of Grandmother Carroll's unfounded accusations bit at her. Werewolves are one thing, but a floozy? I've had sex with one man in my life. She rolled her eyes, telling herself furiously, once again, to let it go. She's an old woman with a sour disposition. She's probably bored, so she picks at people to pass the time. It's not personal. She barely knows you. Even staying there you didn't exchange more than about ten words a day. Sighing, she moved through her classroom, righting an overturned chair here, straightening a poster there. She wondered for the first time about the wisdom of what she was doing. Yes, there was something special about Russell, and she felt tremendously drawn to him, but could she truly trust him? “And why not?” she asked herself aloud. “When has he ever done anything untrustworthy?” There's a lot he still hasn't told you. “Of course. He has to let things out little by little, but that doesn't mean he's hiding them. He's only waiting for the right time. I love Russell.” Love what he does to you in bed, the sly little voice teased. Maybe you really are a floozy. “Stop it, Riley,” she told herself insistently. “I sleep with him because I love him and want to be close to him. It's a normal thing to do.”

“This sounds intense.”

Riley squeaked in surprised as warm arms enfolded her from behind. Then her face flamed, realizing she'd been caught talking to herself.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Hey, no worries,” he replied. “It's a big transition. I'm not surprised you have a few doubts. I'm just thankful you're willing to face them with me.”

She turned and laid one hand on the back of his neck, stroking the silky white hairs there. “Of course.” A little tug had his lips in prime kissing position and she wasted no time claiming them. Here, in his arms, bathed in his scent, everything made sense again.

“Ready to go?” he asked, stepping back and taking her hand.

“Almost. I'm not quite dressed to go outside yet.”

In her hurry to get home, pulling on her outerwear seemed to take forever. As Riley pulled off her flats and replaced them with snow boots, Russell said, “Did something happen?”

“I ran into Grandmother Carroll,” Riley replied. She shoved her shoes in her satchel and reached for her coat.

“Sorry.” Russell winced and helped her pull up the zipper.

“I'm surprised, in the Twenty-First Century,” Riley continued as she settled her knitted cap on her head and began shoving her hands into fat and puffy gloves, “that a couple living together would cause anyone to raise an eyebrow. I thought you said people were open-minded here.”

Russell moved faster than she would have thought possible, especially given his size. Between one breath and the next he had her face in his hand and was kissing her again, a brief, wet smooch.

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