Filthy Thief

 Book #7

Wolf shifter Noah left his mate at the altar. Five years later, he gets a second chance…when she accidentally stumbles into the Junkyard prison. But when ghosts from his past threaten to tear them apart, he’ll have to fight like hell to keep her safe.

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Movement outside her windshield caught her attention and she stopped messing with the gears. She stopped breathing, too.

Was it the wolf-dog-thing again? Her heart caught in her throat.

Not a wolf. Noah. Wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He was barefoot. In a dump. Didn’t he worry about tetanus? And why no shirt? He looked different. Rougher. The beard was new, and his hair was shaggier. But honestly, his hair had always had a slightly mussed look to it, like he just couldn’t be bothered.

His gaze locked on hers, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. She couldn’t hear his voice, but his mouth moved in the form of her name. Kenzie? And then he smiled. The bastard smiled. Of all the reactions for him to have, Kenzie hadn’t imagined that one.

Damn Noah and his stupid beautiful smile. Damn him and how great he looked after five years. Damn him and that stupid break-up letter about how sorry he was but it wasn’t going to work.

She revved her car’s engine. Sure would be fun to scare him a bit, make him feel even just a hint of the discomfort she’d felt all these years. Give him a little shock. Not the same kind of shock a bride got when the groom didn’t show up on their wedding day, but a shock nonetheless.

The only thing between him and her was a line of gravel on the ground. He would have plenty of time to dodge out of the way and get behind one of the nearby broken-down cars or whatever. She’d have plenty of time to stop before hitting something.

She hit the gas. Noah’s eyes widened in fear and he waved at her to stop.

“No! Kenzie, stop!” She smiled and kept accelerating.




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