Pursued by a Werewolf (Mystic Isle, Book 4) Read Online Free

face him. The last five times they'd seen each other she'd known well in advance that she'd be spending time with him. That heads up had given her time to steel herself against the gorgeous eyes, bulging biceps and ass that wouldn't quit. Seriously, what kind of exercise did the man do to achieve an ass like that? It boggled her mind.
    Maybe she should ask him.
    “Ask me what?” His deep voice startled her from her thoughts and she whirled around to face him. There was a self-assured smile gracing his lips and damn, if she didn’t want to kiss them.
    Instead, Avery pivoted, slinging her yoga mat bag over her shoulder.
    “Stop reading my mind, Ciolek,” she said, resisting the urge to stick her tongue out. He read her mind far too easily and his nearness, not to mention that yummy accent she loved so much, made her edgy. Calming the excited flutter in her stomach was much harder.
    She quickly tossed up a mental shield and took a long drink of water.
    His expression didn’t change.
    “It's good to see you, Avery.”
    “You too. Haven’t seen you in a while.” She hated that she noticed. Or even remembered the last time their paths had crossed.
    “I was in Siberia.”
    Ceara had mentioned that during one of their visits. Avery hadn’t been willing to ask why he’d gone even though she’d wanted to know. She found herself thinking of him at odd times, wondering what he was doing and who he was with.
    “Freeze your fanny off?”
    She could see the answer to that herself; his ass was just as perfect as the day they’d met.
    “Not really. Had lots of time to think.” He studied her for a long moment. He looked like he wanted to say more; his lips were parted ever so slightly.
    “Well, thanks for the pointers.” Oh there he went again with the nice guy stuff.
    He gave her a quick once over, the left corner of his mouth tugging up, and then he strode off, sunglasses in one hand, water bottle in the other.
    That was it? In the time that she'd known him, he'd never passed up the opportunity to invite himself to lunch or help her with her bags. Subtly seductive innuendo was par for the course.
    He stopped at the French doors that led out into the terrace and glanced back at her. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, she couldn't make out the look in his eyes. And then he was gone.
    Alone in the boxy workout room, she stared after him, emptiness needling her.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Avery mentally shook off her dejection and flashed back to the cottage to shower and change. She was supposed to meet up with Ceara and Maxim in the main courtyard just after dark. There was no doubt in her mind she’d be seeing Hunter again at some point. But she promised herself that’s not why she tried on two different outfits before settling on the coral sundress and gold sandals.
    The darkness of night arrived with a barely-there sliver of moon that hung like an ornament in the sky. Torches with scented oil lined the edge of the sandy path, flames dancing as Avery made her way back to the hotel. The shower had helped sort out her turbulent emotions, which she decided to chalk up to teaching yoga during the day when she was normally sleeping.
    Half a dozen yards from the lovely stone terrace, she heard a forceful whisper. Pausing, she sought out the voice. Through the bushes she saw one of the bartenders. Cal, she thought his name was.
    “Why?” He asked, his voice hoarse as if he’d been talking for hours. “Why can’t we be together?”
    “You know why—” came the reply. A masculine reply.
    Curiosity piqued, Avery leaned to the right and tried to see who Cal was talking to. She’d flirted with him shamelessly her first night on Mystic Isle. He’d been friendly, sweet even, but obviously not interested in her. Which was fine, it hadn’t been long after that that she’d met Hunter.
    Dang. Couldn’t she go an hour without thinking of the handsome wolf?
    “So one