E.A. Price - Valentine's Wolf (Grey Wolf Pack #11) Read Online Free Page A

parentage. What was he expecting her to say about her parents? He was asking her all kinds of questions about her mom and her dad, and about their lives. It was weird; she soon nipped that in the bud and excused herself from that date. After that, he rang her a few times as well, asking to see her again and each time he was more insistent than the last. She stopped answering her phone and finally the calls stopped too. Creep .
    Which led to date number five, who shall only be referred to as Sir Butthole. Shit, he was looking at her expectantly.
    “Ummm yes?”
    Sir Butthole slammed his hand down on the table making her jump. “Hell, yeah!” he cried happily.
    Dang, what had she just agreed to?
    “We are going to kick Los Lobos’ butts on Saturday!”
    She groaned inwardly, and a part of her wanted to laugh. He was talking about football. Well, at least it was better than listening to him complaining about his ex-wives.
    He launched into an offensive about how much Los Lobos’ football team sucked, only pausing to wink at the waitress as she delivered their entrées. The young woman blushed and giggled. Oh, brother.
    Val knocked back her martini and hastily ordered a bottle of the cheapest white wine on the menu. It was going to be a long night.
    *
    Val let herself into her apartment and kicked off her shoes.
    “Hello Tumbles, did you miss me?”
    The indifferent cat raised his head to look at her, found nothing of interest and began licking his privates.
    “I guess not. You’ll be completely unsurprised to learn that my date did not go well.”
    Tumbles completely ignored her – he was far too engrossed in his task. Yeah, she used to date someone who had the same fixation.
    She trailed a path through her small home discarding clothing and jewelry before stepping into the shower. She turned the water up as hot as she dared and sighed as it cascaded over her aching muscles. Lord, she really shouldn’t be in this much pain – it wasn’t normal. Any day now, she would have to give in and see a doctor… if only she weren't so terrified of them . A condition she completely blamed her grandmother for. She’d heard far too many horror stories growing up to ever willingly want to walk into a hospital.
    She waited until the water started to cool and, reluctantly, she got out the shower. She wrapped herself in a fluffy bathrobe and twisted a towel around her hair. She grabbed a couple of painkillers and a bottle of orange juice before settling in front of the TV to catch up on her missed shows. Honestly, her date was hardly worth missing The Real Housewives of Playa Lunar for. She swore she only watched for the beautiful houses and locations, and she could quit anytime she wanted.
    Val eyed her laptop. She should take her profile down and cancel her subscription to Intimate Connections. She was wasting her time; she didn’t know exactly what the man of her dreams would be like, but it was becoming clear that he wouldn’t be found on the dating site.
    There were a number of men who had shown an interest in her profile and sent her a ‘love poke’ – ugh, that made her cringe – but she figured they would get over it. Plenty more fish in the sea to send a love poke to.
    Just as the show was getting good – Brandine had just confessed to sleeping with Judy’s boyfriend! – her intercom buzzed.
    Damnit! Someone was at the front door.
    Val paused the TV and skittered over to the intercom, hoping to get rid of whoever it was quickly. Tumbles hissed and started spitting, but that wasn’t exactly unusual. The ornery cat didn’t like anyone – he only tolerated Val because she fed him.
    “Yes?” she demanded irritably through the intercom.
    There was a pause on the other end. Security in her building wasn’t exactly great, she’d have preferred to live somewhere that had someone sat at reception who could see visitors coming and going, but the fact that you had to buzz people in was better than nothing. Of course,