I took a slow step toward her. "Maybe. Or maybe I just really hope it is."

She swallowed, and I saw a blush on her cheeks, but she held her ground.

"Then you'll have to talk to me. Tell me things. What you like. What you hate. Who you are when no one's watching."

I leaned my head against the trellis post. My wolf was so close to the surface, hyper-aware of her every breath.

"Okay," I said. "But you asked for it."

She grinned. "I'm not scared."

"Good," I ...