Fine. If I cooked lunch myself, my wallet would be safe. No extravagant meals, no indulgence just simple ingredients, under a hundred. Practical. My wolf instincts told me it was enough.
I was stepping out of the car, lost in thought, already calculating what I needed from the supermarket across the street, when a sudden blur caught my attention. An electric car screeched by, far too close for comfort, and my heart leapt.
Before I could even react, a familiar heat pressed against my back. Strong arms wrapped around my waist in a lightning-fast embrace, pulling me out of harm's way.
"Elliot!" I spun around, furious, glaring at the car that had nearly flattened me. "Watch where you're going!"
Even as my pulse started to settle, I realized his arm was still clamped around me, protective and possessive. I shoved him gently, embarrassed by the closeness. "Just wait here. I'll get the ingredients myself," I said.
