Shifted Love Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,7
with one boot before turning toward the house and carrying me up the sidewalk and through the front door. He finally put me down on a brown leather couch, placing a pillow behind my back and stretching my legs out to set my feet on the cushions.
Yup?
What kind of an answer was that?
“I get that you’re the sheriff around here, Zeke Blakesley, but I’m going to need more information than that.”
“More than you know, but let’s get you comfortable first,” he muttered before he started to unbutton my coat. Instead of doing the safe thing and crossing my arms over my chest to stop him, I leaned forward so he could tug the sleeves down my arms. When he got up to hang it on a hook by the front door and shrugged out of his coat, I noticed how girly it was next to his. “My mom got it for me. The coat,” I blurted awkwardly. “Red is my favorite color, but I know it's more than a Little Red Riding Hood-ish.”
“Funny you should put it that way,” he chuckled.
I felt as though there was an inside joke I wasn’t getting, and my brow wrinkled. “Really? How come?”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I’ll get to that in a minute.”
Considering the wolf wanted to eat the girl in that story—and not in a sexy way to make her orgasm—his reaction to my lame attempt at a joke was more than a little confusing. “I’m already feeling much better. Maybe you should take me back to campus?”
He shook his head as he strode back to the couch. “You were just in an accident. Someone needs to watch over you tonight to make sure you’re okay.”
“That won't be a problem.”
“Won't be a problem?” he growled, lifting my legs to drop down on the cushion next to me before setting my feet on his lap. “Why? Do you have a boyfriend who’ll want to watch over you tonight?”
“Boyfriend?” I shook my head, my cheeks heating because it would be super embarrassing to admit I’d never dated anyone before. “No, I’m only a freshman. Even if I had a boyfriend, which I don’t, he wouldn't be allowed in my dorm room without getting into trouble. I live with my two best friends.”
Most of the tension drained from his body at my admission, and his thumb stroked the inside of my knee. Even through the thick material of my jeans, I felt the heat of his touch all the way to my core. “Good, because I’m the one who should be taking care of you tonight.”
I tilted my head to the side, my long, black hair falling over my shoulder. “How come?”
He reached out and twirled a dark lock around his finger. “Because we belong together.”
I was starting to wonder if I'd hit my head harder than I thought. “Am I in a coma or something?”
“No, why would you think that?”
I waved my hand between us and then in a circle. “How else can I explain all of this?”
“All of what?” he asked.
“You. Me. Us,” I sputtered.
“You’re going to have to give me more than that, baby.”
“I just mean that you’re so...”
He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, stemming the flow of words before I totally embarrassed myself. “Perfect for you?”
“We just met,” I breathed.
Zeke’s eyes filled with heat as they scanned down the length of my body. “Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything when you finally find the person who is meant to be yours.”
His palm cupped my cheek, and I leaned into the touch. “I thought it was just me. You feel it, too?”
“I do,” he confirmed with a sexy grin.
“Wow,” I sighed, completely blown away by his response. Zeke has the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing down to a T. I was surprised that he’d be into me enough to feel comfortable admitting it out loud so quickly. “I’m starting to think that being in the car crash was totally worth it.”
His hand slid down my neck, and his fingers drifted over my sore shoulder. “Nothing is worth you being in pain. Especially since I would’ve found you without the accident.”
“You can’t be sure that would’ve happened,” I disagreed. “I’m on campus most of the time, and I’m sure you’re busy around here, being the sheriff and all.”
“You were only a couple of towns away. Fate would have stepped in at some point,” he insisted.
I liked the idea but had a difficult time understanding why he seemed so certain. “How