Shifter Starter Set by Candace Ayers

Author:Candace Ayers [Ayers, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lovestruck Romance Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-03-20T04:00:00+00:00

10

Megan

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. The candle Roman had procured was burning brightly, emitting a lavender aroma that was doing nothing to comfort me. I looked like a drowned rat. A giant rat, but still a rat. My hair was in sopping, frizzy curls that stood out in every direction like a perfect rat’s nest. I still had slight traces of makeup from two days before, just a bit of mascara flakes and smears hanging out under my eyes. I had bags big enough to fit a couple of designer dogs in. The oversized white shirt I’d been wearing had turned into a see-through dress that was so heavy and cold that even wearing some of Greg’s dirty laundry would’ve been an improvement.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to resort to that. I got cleaned up the best I could and, rifling through Greg’s dresser, found a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt. The shirt wasn’t as loose as I would’ve liked. Greg was a thin guy, like Dylan. Dylan. My husband. Who was not the man on the forefront of my mind. It was the complete stranger in the next room that had monopolized my thoughts and had my mind spinning in circles.

Not just my mind, either. Butterflies seemed to have permanently housed themselves in my stomach. I was facing my reflection in the mirror, obsessing about how I looked and nervous about going back out to the living room with him. I was behaving like a schoolgirl and it was ridiculous. I kept telling myself to knock it off. It was inappropriate. I’d never seen the guy before in my life, and for all I knew, he could be a serial killer. He was probably out there sharpening his knife, getting ready to filet me.

Still, I was concerned about my ratty hair.

“You okay in there? How’s the foot?”

I jumped as Roman’s voice sounded from right outside the bedroom door. My hands shook slightly, but I forced myself to look away from the mirror and walk over to the door. “Yeah, I’m done.”

Sure enough, he was standing just outside the door, and when I opened it, his eyes trailed over me. They stopped at my rat’s nest and a smile stretched over lips. “Cute hair.”

I ducked my head and limped around him. “I’m just going to prop my foot up.”

“You do that. I’ll bring you the vodka.”

I didn’t need vodka. I hadn’t had a thing to eat and the last thing I wanted was to get shit-faced with a handsome stranger while huddled together in a beach bungalow as we weathered a tropical storm together. If that wasn’t the perfect setting for a romance novel, I didn’t know what was. Besides, I had a feeling I couldn’t trust myself not to say or do anything stupid around Roman, especially if I was drunk.

He was some kind of magic man, though. When he stepped into the living room, he had the bottle of vodka in one hand, but he also had a bag of chips in the other—family size.

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