That cheered him considerably. “I did, in fact. Can I get your contact info in my phone?”
“Sure.”
He pulled out his cell, opened up his contacts page, and gave her the device. She typed in her first and last names, number, and address, then handed back the phone.
“There you go,” she said, getting out her phone.
“Jacee Buchanan. I like your name.”
“Good, ’cause it’s the only one I’ve got.” She winked. “What’s your last name?”
“Chase.”
“I like yours, too. Now call me.”
He did, and she added his name to his number.
“Can I pick you up tomorrow afternoon, take you to dinner?” Micah asked.
Suddenly he looked a little unsure and so sweet she kissed him again. Slowly. “Yes. A bit old-fashioned, are you?”
“Some, when it comes to treating a lady. Is that okay?”
“More than. What time?”
“Pick you up at six?”
“On that Harley?” She eyed it with some doubt.
He laughed. “No. I was going to drive my car, unless you want to ride the motorcycle to dinner.”
“Well, maybe not this first time.”
“That’s what I thought. See you at six.”
“Awesome.”
Several leisurely kisses later, he let her go and strolled to the bike. She watched his ass sway in his jeans until he straddled the machine and started it with a throaty roar. Then she got into the truck and fired it up, wincing at the cough it gave as she followed Micah from the parking lot.
He turned left to head out of town, and she turned right to go home to her modest house in Cody. For the first time in many years, the idea of going home alone wasn’t quite as terrible as before. She had a date with a sexy wolf.
And she planned to make the most of it.
* * *
Jacee tossed and turned, trying to sleep.
After one in the morning, and not much success on that front. She was exhausted after the drama on her shift, meeting Micah. Making that special discovery about him. It was too much, and it swirled around in her brain until she finally gave in.
Her dream started out innocently enough.
She was running through the Shoshone in coyote form, one of her favorite activities. The only thing she would’ve loved more would have been sharing the run with one of her Pack. Someone she loved. Cared for. Anyone. Running alone was a lonely feeling, but she tried to concentrate on the joy of being alive. Of feeling the earth under her paws and the wind in her face.
As she ran, she came to a stream and paused to drink. In the water, another image joined hers, and when she jerked up her head, there stood a gorgeous brown wolf. His coat was full and shiny, his chest broad, legs long. The only interruption to his beauty was the scarring visible on one side of his face.
Even in her dream, she knew this wolf—Micah.
She yipped at him happily and took off. With a resounding bark, he ran after her. He chased her through brush, over logs, across a meadow. She was pretty certain he could’ve caught her anytime, but the fun was in their togetherness, not who won.