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An Excerpt From: Shiftin’ Dirty
Copyright © Eliza Gayle, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Gypsy Ink Books
Gage opened the cabin door feeling a little anxious to find Sienna and make sure all was well. What he didn’t expect to walk in on was her standing in the kitchen elbow deep in flour.
“What’s going on here?”
She jerked up at the sound of his voice. “Oh good, you’re here. Did you find the items I needed?”
He lifted the bag he was carrying and held it out to her.
“Can you drop it on the counter?”
He did as she asked and then slid onto one of the stools on the opposite side of the island.
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“Mmmhmm.” She mumbled, keeping her focus on the items she was withdrawing from the grocery bag.
While he was gone she’d changed her clothes. He hadn’t thought anything could be more flattering than the pink silk blouse and snug skirt. He was wrong. The skin tight jeans and red tank top showed off her body to perfection. From his seat he watched her work, opening the eggs and cracking several of them into a bowl, followed by sugar, spices and a dash of oil.
By the time she got to the flour she was really getting into her task.
“Hmmm?” She dug into the mixture with a fork and mixed vigorously and in turn her body shook with the movement, including her ample breasts being barely contained by a thin tank top.
“Look at me, babe.”
She lifted her head and met his gaze. “What did you say?”
He chuckled. “Just wondering what you’re planning to cook. Whatever it is you are certainly getting into it.”
“Donuts from scratch. Maple and bacon, pumpkin and maybe cherry blossoms.”
“Sounds like a lot of donuts.”
She paused her mixing, a worried expression crossing her face. “You don’t like donuts? I could make something else.”
“I love donuts. Pretty much anything with sugar actually. I have a daily love affair with sweets in fact.”
She looked him up and down. “No way. If you can eat sweets everyday and still look like that then the universe is officially unfair.”
She liked how he looked. That made his chest puff out a little more. “I have a really fast metabolism.”
That was the perfect segue into telling her that he too was a shifter. Except there was something about her fervent need to bake all these donuts that made him wary of revealing anything more that might upset her further.
“Figures,” she said. “Me on the other hand. I can’t eat a thing without it showing up on my hips or my butt.”
Gage swallowed the growl trying to escape. “I think your hips and butt are just perfect the way they are.”
She scrunched up her face. “Whatever. Easy for you to say with your perfect hot body. You probably don’t know what it’s like to go a day where everyone looks down their nose at you because of the way you look. In fact, I’d bet you’ve probably got a limitless supply of women at your beck and call.”
It was true that women to fuck were easy to get, but women like her? No, those were certainly not readily available. Someone like her, men sometimes searched their whole lives for and never found. Especially shifters. Some settled for what they could find and others, like him, lived with the assumption it wasn’t in their cards.
She was special.
His kinda special.
Gage stood and walked around the counter until he was standing next to her. She kept mixing the concoction in her bowl like he wasn’t even there.
“Babe, look at me.”
“I gotta keep this up. The quicker I mix and get them in the oil, the better they turn out.”
“Babe, look at me,” he repeated.
“I don’t want to.”
He gently took the bowl from the crook of her arm.
“Hey,” she complained.
After setting the mixture out of her reach, he pulled her into his arms and enveloped her in a hug. He had a feeling this sudden need to bake everything in the tiny kitchen stemmed from the trauma of seeing a man turn into a wolf whether she wanted to admit it or not.
“We need to talk about what happened.”
She buried her nose in his chest and shook her head. “Don’t wanna.”
“I can help. It doesn’t have to be scary.”
“Yes it does. Talking about it makes it real and I don’t want it to be real.COLLAPSE