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 ...