Page 6 of Her Werewolf Lover

She really needed to get herself together and stop trying to picture a sexy bare-chested contractor in nothing but a tool belt.

OMG.Stop it!

She needed his hands for her house, not herbody. Sex was not on the agenda. An estimate for remodeling was.

“Okay, Eileen, call him and tell him to come in for a proposal and an estimate. We’ll see what he can do, okay?”

“Excellent! It will be so good for you both. Yes, I’ll call him. Good, good, now eat anothergalleta. You are getting so skinny!”

Samantha chuckled, but she also grabbed another cookie. She wasn’t a total moron.

Chapter 2

“Oof!”Samantha cried out.

She hopped out of the shower on one foot, wrapped her hair in a bright orange towel, and mumbled a curse as she bent to rub her big toe.

Darn that bottle of shampoo.

Of course, it would have to come crashing down on her foot today.

The first day of the rest of her life.

The idea she’d made a mistake, moving across the country, or that this was some kind of cosmic warning made her stop for a moment.

Water rivulets poured over her body, chilling it in the cool morning air.

No.

She was not going to go there.

Shivering, Samantha crossed over to where sunlight streamed in through the large bay window overlooking the enormous backyard.

It was only September, and Sam was freezing her butt off already.

She looked at the frost on the lawn and shivered again. Goose bumps broke out on her pale arms.

California was the land of eternal sunshine and fair weather. New Jersey,eh, not so much.

You will adjust, Samantha,she told herself.

Making a mental note to unpack her few articles of warmer clothing soon, she tugged on her short silk bathrobe, knotting it loosely at her waist.

If her memory served correctly, autumn mornings were chilly in the Garden State, but things would heat up by around noon.

Good.

Excitement made her smile even as her toe still throbbed. She was finally going to get a chance to see the seasons.

Fall had always been quite the attraction for Sam. All the seasons, in fact.

California was nice, but it had one season. All. Year. Long.

There was nothing like fall on the East Coast,she thought with a smile.

She was bound to see some truly beautiful foliage in a state with so many deciduous trees and shrubs. Half of which, she was sure, were in her backyard judging by the riot of colorful leaves she’d seen on the ground that morning.

Samantha was still humming to herself when the sound of a loud, sharp knock coming from downstairs startled her.