Senior Corporal Trevor McCall stood in front of the three-floor industrial building in the heart of Burbank, California, comparing it to the address on his phone, not quite sure if he was in the right place. This was supposed to be Jenna Malone’s apartment, but on the outside, it looked more like a warehouse than a residential complex. Then again, this was Los Angeles. Maybe this was what passed for an apartment building out here.
Before he could step inside and find out one way or the other, the phone in his hand rang, making him almost drop the damn thing. He checked the screen, prepared to let the call go to voice mail, until he realized it was Hale Delaney, his SWAT teammate from back in Dallas. Hale was also his fellow conspirator in this wild scheme to sneak out to southern California so Trevor could spend some quality time alone with Jenna—the sister of one of his best friends, Connor, who also happened to be a member of Dallas SWAT team. And a werewolf. Just like Trevor and everyone else on the team.
Trevor thumbed the green button, then held the phone to his ear. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Not much. Just calling to make sure your flight arrived okay,” Hale said. “And to let you know that the plan worked. Everyone in the Pack thinks you’re in Richmond, Virginia visiting family, exactly like you said you were doing. No one suspects a thing.”
“Excellent. Thanks for covering for me,” Trevor said. “I owe you big for this. I hate asking you to lie to the Pack—hell, I hate lying to them, too—but they’ve been so damn nosy lately.”
“Well, you have to admit that asking for vacation time out of the blue to visit a family you’ve barely spoken to since joining SWAT five years ago is a little suspicious.” Hale chuckled. “Then there’s also all the time you and Jenna spent hanging out at the barbecue when she was here a few weeks ago. Trust me, your interest in her definitely didn’t go unnoticed.”
Trevor tensed, grip tightening on his phone. “Do you think Connor was one of those people who noticed? I mean, if there’s one way this whole thing is going to blow up in my face, it’s if Jenna’s brother decides to follow me out here.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Hale assured him. “I’ve been keeping a close eye on him and it doesn’t seem like he’s suspicious. To be honest, he’s been so focused on Kat, I don’t even think he knows you left.”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God for soul mates.” If Kat was simply some woman that Connor was dating instead of The One for him, the guy would probably be all up in Trevor’s business. “I don’t want to have to deal with him—not until I know if there’s anything real between Jenna and me.”
Trevor had only vaguely been aware Connor even had a “baby” sister and that she had witnessed the kidnapping of their other sister a decade ago. Connor refused to talk about what had happened but said that it had left Jenna mentally and emotionally scarred. Then, a few weeks ago, Jenna had shown up in Dallas to visit Connor. Trevor had been attracted to her on the spot. Like…seriously attracted. Unfortunately, he’d barely said two words to her before Connor lost his damn mind, telling Trevor to stay away from his sister because she was too “fragile” to handle any kind of relationship with someone after everything that had happened to her. Connor hadn’t said it out loud, but Trevor was pretty sure there was also a certain amount of that you-aren’t-good-enough-for-my-sister crap going on as well.
Considering the fact that Connor had been acting like a complete jackass, it wasn’t shocking that Jenna had gotten into an argument with her brother. What was surprising was that instead of going to a hotel, she’d asked Trevor if she could stay with him while she was in Dallas. He didn’t have to think twice about agreeing.
“So,” Hale’s deep voice came through the phone, startling Trevor out of his reveries. “Have you given any thought to what you’re going to do if Jenna is The One for you—or how you’ll break it to Connor?”
Trevor’s mouth curved as he thought of how much fun he’d had hanging out with Jenna back in Dallas. They’d spent hours talking and laughing about the silliest things. And while it would have been easy to do a lot more than that together, he knew that in some ways, Connor was right. Jenna might put on a good face, but she was still dealing with the trauma of seeing whatever had happened to her sister. Trevor hadn’t wanted to rush her into anything, but the whole time they’d been together, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about what could be…if they had time to explore it.
Which was why he’d jumped at the chance to come out to LA when Jenna had asked.
He stared at the warehouse building in front of him. “If Jenna is my soul mate, then I’ll worry about telling Connor. Until then, I’m not going to think about him.”
He expected push back on that, waited for Hale to tell him he was being stupid…silly even. But his teammate, his pack mate, and his friend didn’t do any of that.
“I wish you all the luck in the world then,” Hale said. “And don’t worry about Connor finding out before you’re ready to tell him. I’ve got your back.”
Trevor still wasn’t sure how Hale had figured out he had a thing for Jenna or that she’d been staying at his place. He knew it wasn’t because Hale had picked up her scent because, seriously, the guy had the worst nose in the Pack. But somehow, Hale had, and Trevor would be forever graceful. Coming out here to California to woo the woman who might be his soul mate was nerve-wracking as hell. It helped to know he had someone on his side.
“I’ll call you later and let you know how things go,” Trevor said.
It was time to stop talking and do this.
Shoving his phone in the pocket of his jeans, Trevor took a deep breath, trying to psych himself up. He didn’t why he was so damn nervous. But talking to Jenna a few times a week since she’d left Dallas—even FaceTiming now and then when they got the chance—was one thing. Showing up in LA was another. It was a big step—even if his inner wolf insisted he was ready for it.
Well, ready or not, he was here.
Tightening his hold on the handle of the weekender bag in his hand, Trevor opened the door, walked inside, and headed for the steps.
The interior of the building was a lot nicer than the exterior, but it still had a decidedly industrial feel, with lots of exposed concrete and steel support beams. There was some splashy, colorful modern art on the walls here and there, which wasn’t exactly Trevor’s thing, but it all came together in a way that seemed to work.
Jenna’s delectable scent hit him the moment he reached the second floor. Then again, he supposed there was always a chance someone was simply burning candles in their apartment. That could explain the heavenly scent of honeysuckles filling the air. When he finally reached Jenna’s door at the end of the hallway and breathed in the flowery fragrance wafting gently out from underneath it, he knew for a fact it could only be Jenna’s scent. In all honesty, he’d already known that because it was the very same one that had enveloped him since he’d first met her back in Dallas. There was no mistaking it.
Heart beating faster, he rapped his knuckles on the door. It opened a few seconds later to reveal the most beautiful woman in the world he’d ever set eyes on. Maybe it was simply the fact that he’d been waiting for weeks to see her in person again, but she was even more gorgeous than she’d been the last time he’d seen her.
Slender and graceful, with perfect skin, soft pink lips, a button nose, and hazel eyes gazing out from under graceful arching brows, she looked like an elf who’d just stepped out of a Lord of the Rings movie. While in Dallas, she’d usually worn her hair up in a high ponytail, but now, her honey blond hair was loose around her shoulders, the silky waves hanging down to her waist. It was all he could do to not reach out and run his fingers through it and feel its softness. Hell, what he really wanted to do was bury his face in those tresses and breathe her in. The only urge stronger than that was the one demanding he sweep her into his arms and kiss her until they were both out of breath.
Crap. He’d been standing in front of Jenna for who knew how long, neither of them saying a word, and he was already about to lose it. Damn, he was in so much trouble.
Before he could open his mouth, Jenna rushed forward and threw her arms around him, squeezing him so tightly it practically choked the air out of him. Strangely, it was still the best hug he’d ever gotten. Not that he was like a big hugger or anything. But if he were, her hug would have been award winning. Easily two thumbs up and five stars.
The air was electric between them when Jenna finally stepped back, gazing up at him with expressive eyes that were filled with innocence and fire at the same time. His lips were tingling with the desire to bend his head and kiss her, even as it seemed she might do the same thing at any second.
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