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Oliver picked the glue back up. “I don’t look?—”

The front doors slammed open. Luna charged through, her arms ladened with bags that she immediately dropped to the floor. Her gaze was fixed on Oliver, so bright and fiery that Oliver’s relief at not being in pain anymore was completely overshadowed by a spark of lust. He wanted those blazing eyes on him, her face lit up in ecstasy…

Shut up,he told the bond in his chest. Those images had been mostly its fault. He’d been attracted to her before she drank the bond nectar, but that had been a low, simmering thing. Not this white-hot lust that made it impossible to focus on anything else. He shoved it down, trying to focus on how much she pissed him off.

“Luna,” Ben said. “Hey. How was your?—”

Luna cut him off, glaring at Oliver. “You don’t want to be around mesomuch that you’ll be in pain for it? You don’t evenknowme!”

It was easier to concentrate on his annoyance after that. Oliver laughed, climbing to his feet. “Exactly! Idon’tknow you, Valley Girl! Why should I follow a stranger into town because she didn’t think to pack anything warm when she was driving around Alaska in the winter?”

“I was heading straight from my hotel to the airport,” Luna yelled. “It’s not my fault there are all these windy roads and snowstorms in the way!”

Ben took a cautious step toward the hallway. "I’m gonna…”

Oliver ignored him, stalking forward. The cold in his chest eased with every step, which only pissed him off more. He’d been socold. He wanted to run up to her and fold her into his arms, feel the warmth spread through his whole body.

“You’re soannoying,” he growled, fighting the urge off. “Who drinks random liquor off a front desk?”

She gaped at him. “Well, who drinks atwork?”

“I live here! It’s my house!”

“It’s not your house. It’s next to your house! Your house is inside your place of work!”

“It was after hours,” he argued. “And don’t tell me you care about drinking at work. If you’ve ever worked a day in your life, I bet you’re knocking off at 2 p.m. with cocktails!”

She glared at him with an outrage only accessible to people who had just been accused of something that was entirely true.

The lobby wasn’t soundproofed like their bedrooms were. Oliver was fully aware that any wolf who wanted to listen could do it from any corner of the inn, especially with how loud they were yelling. But it was hard to care as he stared down at her, heart pounding in his chest.

She was panting. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and she smelleddelectable. She smelled likehis. Oliver wanted to throttle his past self for drinking some random bottle out of the back room and then leaving it on the counter for unsuspecting rich girls todrink.

She looked behind him and squawked. “Oh my god. You’reinfuriating.”

“I’minfuriating?”

“Yes,” she snapped, storming behind him to where the sign was lying on the ground, the superglue sitting sadly next to it. “I said I’d pay for that sign! Don’t try to glue it back together, are you crazy? It’s a terrible sign! It has NO flair. You’d be better off painting a rock! At least a rock has texture. This has NOTHING to draw the eye!”

Oliver could think of nothing to say to that except, “Oh, go straighten your hair.”

She gasped at him. Then she patted down her fluffy hair, likethatwas her biggest priority in this shitshow of a day.

“Yougo straighten your hair,” she yelled. “And give me this stupid sign!”

She bent down toward the sign he’d just painstakingly stuck together.

Oliver ran up, trying to grab it off her. “That’s my property!”

“IsaidI’d pay for it!”

The sign snapped in half. Luna stumbled back holding one half, Oliver with the other.

He stared down at his broken half, rage simmering into an inferno, so hot it drowned out the part of him that wanted to pin her to the nearest wall and ravish her.

“It wasfixed,” he snarled. He could feel his teeth sharpen, helpless to stop it. The small part of him that wasn’t consumed with rage worried that he’d scare her—all wolves were taught at a young age to keep their fangs away from humans. He waited for Luna to gasp, to shrink away with her hand over her lip-glossy mouth. Or to lean into her party girl persona, the one she’d been flinging around yesterday evening, all laid back and cute andstupid.

But Luna did something shocking.