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

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    “Thanks, Dr. Dubrov,” Marcy said with a watery smile, the tears she’d shed earlier drying to leave streaks in her makeup. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to my Mookie.” She snuggled the white dog closer.
    Mookie had been the victim of some kind of animal attack. An attack, because he couldn’t identify the tooth mark, he’d have to discuss with Max. Here in Cedar Glen, they didn’t hunt out of respect for Max’s cousin Hector, who was, due to the tampering of his ancestors’ DNA, a vegetarian.
    The nick to Mookie’s paw wasn’t significant, and only a partial nick at that, but it was definitely done by another animal. But what kind of animal? Certainly nothing he could smell. This had occurred just outside the fence of the Brown’s farmhouse and there weren’t any dogs in this particular part of Cedar Glen.
    “My pleasure. Now make sure he finishes all the antibiotics. They should take care of the swelling in his paw, and he’ll be back to his old self in no time flat. Give me a call if you have any questions. Have a good night.”
    “Thanks, Doc,” Floyd said, clapping him on the back. “Make sure you spread the word somebody’s out there somewhere, attacking our pets. Damn well better not let Max catch ’em. He’ll draw and quarter ’em just like the old days.”
    Jagger winced and held up a hand. “Let me investigate before we hang ’em high, huh? Could be an animal who’s not a shifter has migrated due to population or something. So let me look into it before you break out the shotgun, okay?”
    “You got it, Boss,” Floyd said as Jagger turned to leave.
    He smiled at the sheer amount of Christmas lights the older couple had hung from the wide front-porch railings, stepping over the big basket full of pinecones and ornaments.
    The days were darker much earlier now and he had a date to prepare for; that made him smile wider as he strode down the steps toward his van.
    The longer he was here in Cedar Glen, the more he liked the people, the surroundings, the new practice he was creating since leaving his mentor, Dr. Milo Mathews, back in New York. But after meeting Viv today, everything else paled in comparison.
    Jesus, she was beautiful. Blonde hair falling around her shoulders to the middle of her back; big, round green eyes fringed with dark lashes; soft, pale curves; pouty peach-colored lips.
    His chest tightened as the visual of her in Scar’s cage came back and then he smiled again. He knew he shouldn’t laugh, but their first meeting was pretty damn funny.
    She didn’t seem to mind his poking fun, either. She’d played right along. That’s when he’d found he wasn’t just instantly attracted to her physical beauty. He’d met plenty of those women back in New York. Great looking, but uninteresting in a deeper way.
    He was attracted to Viv’s willingness to laugh at his jokes, to spar with him. She was quick-witted, open, and it had taken all of ten minutes for him to decide he wanted a date with her.
    Among other things.
    But for right now, he’d settle for some one-on-one time with her. He wanted to know what made Vivienne Hathaway tick. Why she’d mentioned the being cash poor. How she’d come to find out she was a shifter, how her family dealt with it. What it was like to grow up with humans.
    Mostly he wanted to see her smile again, hear her laugh. Find out if those saucy retorts came from equally saucy lips.
    As the day began to fade into a purple and bruised-blue twilight, Jagger turned the key in the ignition of his Doggy Doctor van, catching yet another smile on his face in the rearview mirror.
    The smile of anticipation.

Chapter 3
    W rapping a towel around her head, Viv sorted her way through her meandering herd of cats and headed for the bedroom in the cottage JC had offered to rent to her while she got on her feet.
    Four furry black bodies zoomed ahead of her, racing each other to her new bed, where the other two cats slept soundly,