Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,46

instincts…or the ones from your werewolf?”

He chuckled, taking her hand and urging her to her feet as he stood, hating the way the hem of her dress slid down to cover that delectable glimpse of thigh. “Which one would you trust more?”

Bree walked alongside him, one of her hands in his. “I think I’m good with either, since I’m pretty sure my son and I owe our lives to both. So, whatever they’re telling you, I’ll go along with.”

When they got to the door, he turned to face her with a smile. “So, if I said my instincts are saying we should go out for dinner and a movie tomorrow night, what would you think?”

Stepping closer, she slipped her free hand behind his neck to tug him down for a kiss. “I’d think we should do dinner and a movie,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Not that I don’t love spending time alone with you, but do you think Brandon would want to go with us?” he asked in between kisses.

This time it was Bree who pulled back. She gazed up at him with a brilliant smile. “Offering to include my son on our night out? If you keep this up, I’m going to start thinking you’re too good to be true.”

Chuckling, he bent his head and captured her lips again. His hands were starting to wander as his mouth traced down her slender neck, when he heard voices from Brandon’s bedroom and remembered where he was.

He reluctantly broke the kiss and took a step back. “I’d better go, or we’ll still be standing here kissing when the sun comes up.”

“You’re probably right,” she groaned as he opened the door. “Although that doesn’t sound too bad. Except for the part where I have to get up early for work.”

Diego ducked back inside and grabbed another quick kiss, then backed down the hallway, his head spinning with how this beautiful woman had gotten to him. “I’ll text you about Friday.”

She leaned against the doorjamb, a smile curving her lips. “I can’t wait.”

The urge to go back for another kiss was almost irresistible, and he had a hell of a time turning to jog down the steps.

Crap, he was in so much trouble.

Chapter 7

“Earth to Bree. Come in, Bree.”

Bree gave herself a shake and looked up from the file she was reading to see her assistant, Leslie Moore, standing there with a smile on her face and a big pile of folders in her hands.

“And she’s back.” Leslie walked into Bree’s office with a laugh, her shoulder-length blond curls bouncing. About Bree’s age, she was married with one child in kindergarten and another on the way. “You looked like you were a million miles away. Everything okay?”

Bree returned her smile. “Everything’s fine. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, so I’m a little fuzzy this morning.”

Leslie nodded understandingly. “Have you tried chamomile tea? It does wonders for me whenever I can’t sleep.”

“I’ll do that,” Bree said, though she doubted there was any tea in the world that would have slowed her whirling mind after last night’s date with Diego.

She took the stack of folders Leslie held out and set them on her desk, thanking her for the help. Leslie was definitely worth her weight in gold. She spent hours digging up background info on cases, then printing it out and putting it into some usable format. It would have added days to every case Bree handled if she had to do it herself.

But instead of opening one of the folders to see what Leslie had unearthed for her, she stared into space, her thoughts once again turning to last night and what was, without a doubt, the most amazing evening she’d ever had with a guy. In fact, the date had been absolutely perfect. There was simply no other way to describe it.

In her experience, first dates were awkward, sometimes painful, affairs, where two people with very little in common strained to fill long, uncomfortable stretches of silence with inane conversation. But last night had been nothing like that. Instead, the conversation had flowed nonstop for hours as they talked about things Bree would never have imagined discussing with a man on their eighth date, much less the first.

Whether the topic was Brandon, her jackass ex-husband, or the pain Diego had gone through when he’d become a werewolf, there didn’t seem to be anything they couldn’t talk about. Being open and honest with Diego seemed as natural as breathing. It was