Cain Beckham
The wolf in him doesn't detect a sexual connection or attraction between her and Derrick, but there is something, something he can't put his finger on.
"The very first thing?" Claire's voice cracks.
Blythe nods. "Yep. That's what I said."
Derrick laughs. "Go ahead, tell them."
Claire blushes from head to toe. She's almost as red as her hair.
God, he misses seeing her like this. After sex, her body always has a natural pink glow.
"Oh man. Something tells me this is gonna to be good." Blythe scoots her chair closer to Derrick.
"I was in my dorm room - laying on my bed - when someone came through my window and fell on top of me, naked."
"Geez, Claire. You make it sound ominous." Derrick turns to Blythe. "I promise, I wasn't a stalker during my college years. It was part of an initiation prank that went terribly wrong."
"So, you two have known each other since college?" The tension in Cain's shoulders grows thicker, making his muscles ache.