Chapter Twenty-One

Claire watched the fire dance across Axel's gaze and the sly smirk that tugged at the side of his mouth. Everything about him, at the moment, sent goosebumps up her spine. His chuckle slid against her skin and warmed her blood. "My mother has the guest bedroom across the hallway ready for me. I'll be close, but not too close. She's oddly traditional." Claire respected that. "What do werewolves do for fun?" she asked. "Besides play football?" Axel thought about it. "On a normal night, I'd take a run, but truth be told, I've had enough of my wolf these last few days. Saving you—twice, I might add—has done me in. Plus, he's driving me crazy with his antics to get you naked." Claire's cheeks turned a bright red, and she smiled. "Sounds like a classy guy." Axel chuckled. "He's a desperate one. He'll get over it. I actually have something that I want to show you," he said, offering his hand to her. She took it, letting him lead her down the staircase and out the backdoor. The evening