Moves Like Jagger (Wolf Mates Book 4) Read Online Free

“Phew, girl! I’m all hot and bothered. Ice, please.”
    “It’s twenty degrees out with another five inches of snow forecasted. How could you be hot?”
    “After that exchange about ketchup and shredding and scorpions? Who wouldn’t be hot?”
    Viv giggled like she was at the high school dance and the cutest guy in school had just asked her to awkwardly sway back and forth to a Backstreet Boys song. “He’s cute, huh?”
    JC leaned in on her elbow and chucked Viv under the chin. “He’s adorably enormous. I can’t believe you’ve been here all of a week and managed to snare yourself the town’s most eligible bachelor.”
    “Yeahhh,” she whispered, still inhaling the scent of his cologne and reminiscing about his thick thighs. But then she straightened. “Wait. Most eligible? Is he a serial dater or something?”
    JC shook her head full of dark curls. “No. By eligible I mean he’s the only bachelor in town. Most everyone here is mated.”
    “I’m not getting myself into something I’ll regret, am I? He’s not super-Casanova, is he? Because as my BFF, it’s your responsibility to tell me all the juicy details you have on him. I don’t want to get all excited if he’s a bag of dicks. Remember Nick?”
    JC nodded her dark head. “The one you dated because he had a Backstreet Boy’s name.”
    “That wasn’t the only reason. He was pretty cute. Super smart.”
    “Super engaged.”
    “Exactly. No repeats of messy entanglements part two.”
    “So his fiancée showing up at the fundraiser for the Hoboken shelter and all but knocking you out of that amazing pair of shoes you wore is out?”
    Boo-hiss. Just remembering those shoes made her heart hurt. They’d been amazing, all right. Sparkly, gold Louboutins. Now sold in the estate sale the bank had forced her into.
    But the worst part of that night was the pain she’d help cause without even knowing she was a party to it.
    “Definitely out. I never want to be a party to someone else’s heartache again. So have you heard anything about Jagger? Tell me the truth. I can take it.”
    She held her breath. JC would come clean if she had, but Viv really, really didn’t want there to be any dirt.
    JC lifted her fork and grinned. “Clean as a whistle as far as I know. But he’s only been here a few months, Viv. Finally moved his practice for good last month after Max talked him into leaving New York and coming here to help with the pack, among other things. He’s been a tremendous resource for those who’ve suffered with the DNA issues.”
    “But he’s a vet. Not a doctor.”
    “Which is better than a human doctor and discovery, don’t you agree? How do you go to a human doctor and explain getting stuck in shift and the side effects that creates?”
    Viv smiled and raised a finger in the air. “Point. So wish me luck?”
    JC rolled her eyes. “As if you, the queen of vixens, need help? I’d be smarter wishing Jagger luck.”
    But this was different somehow. Jagger was different. She just wasn’t sure why or how it was different. But it felt important. Really important.
    Grabbing JC’s hand, she looked at her friend. “No. I mean it. Wish me luck.”
    JC’s blue eyes were confused at first and then they went soft and warm. “Luck. So much luck.”
    Viv straightened, her stomach in an unfamiliar knot, her heart pitter-pattering at an erratically excited beat.
    She squared her shoulders as she looked at the clock. She still had four hours until her shift ended. No more daydreaming about Jagger or dwelling on the magic that was just his mere presence.
    But she found herself humming another one of those Christmas tunes someone had played on the jukebox, a smile on her face.
    * * * *
    Jagger dropped his cell phone in the jacket of his white lab coat and inhaled a deep breath of the cold air as he left Floyd and Marcy Brown’s old farmhouse, smiling at them as they stood at the front door with their cockapoo, Mookie, safely in Marcy’s