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His sharp jawline.The tousled dark blond hair.Those piercing green eyes.All of it combined to create the perfect specimen before me.

I could see his rebellious streak a mile away.There was an innate wildness to him.This sense that Emmet was not like other men.He balanced on the edge of chaos with an effortless grace that left me staring in awe.

When he finally turned his emerald stare on me, I sawhimagain.The wolf.

This time, the animalseemed superimposed over Emmet’s features, and for one split second, it was difficult to determine who was who.

I closed my eyes, and when I reopened them, only the man remained.Head canted to the side, Emmet watched me as he slowly approached.

“You okay, Angel?”

I nodded in response.Of course I was okay now.He was there.With me.

Emmet managed to chase Patrick away and make my panties wet all in the span of a few minutes.The guy was basically Superman.

“Yeah.Yes.Um, what are you doing here?”

“Had to drop off feed and supplies to Jed.Oh, and this,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket and taking out an envelope.

I accepted it and peeked inside, the breath leaving my lungs as I took in the amount.

“This is more than we talked about,” I said, mouth hanging open.

“It’s fair,” he argued, putting his hands up when I would have handed it back.

“Fine.I’m going to take it because I have financial obligations to meet, and I will send Penelope a thank you later,” I mumbled, more for myself than for his benefit.

“Come feed the goats with me,” he said, not asked.

I was already shaking my head, ready to decline.But men like Emmet Quinn did not take no for an answer.

He grinned, and I had to pinch myself to remember to breathe properly.The man was too damn handsome for anybody’s good—mine included.

It felt almost unfair.If I was being kind to myself, I would say I was plus-sized, not fat.But even if I ignored the obvious differences in our body types, I was just average when it came to looks.

Emmet was in another class.The way he could command attention without even trying should be downright illegal.

His jeans were molded to his powerful thighs and calves, and I had no doubt his ass would look fine as hell once he turned around.

His smile held an air of playful mischief along with a hint of mystery that hot boys often had.

My life was fairly mundane, but standing there with him, it felt more than that.The heat I thought I saw in his gaze drew me in, threatening to swallow me whole.

I gulped.

I guess I hadn’t noticed in the rain last night, but now, in the soft light of morning, I took in the full scope of him.His hair was thick and wavy, a dark blond color that caught the sunlight in a way that made it almost shimmer.

It framed his face perfectly, accentuating those chiseled features that seemed to belong on a movie screen rather than a small North Jersey ranch/farm.

His eyes sparkled with mischief.The energy surrounding him was so intense it made my stomach flutter.But I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or nerves.Or both.

“Come on,” he urged, leaning slightly closer.

The scent of fresh earth and rain clinging to him like a second skin.There was something disarming about the way he spoke.Like feeding goats was my dream date.A thrilling adventure I could hardly even imagine.

With him, I might just believe it.

“They’re waiting for their breakfast.”