Chapter Six

“I thought you said this would be fun?” Nicholas growled as they walked to her ridiculously small car.

He had to admit, he liked the shape of the Camaro, but his bulk simply did not fit in the damn performance seats. He preferred his Dodge truck any day of the week.

“Don’t you like shopping, Nicky?”

“No, and my name is Nicholas, or Nick. Not Nicky.”

“Oh, come on, you didn’t seem to mind when I called you that last night. Or this morning,” she reminded him with a jaunty wink.

The she-Wolf was not wrong. When her curvy little body was wrapped around him anaconda style, Nicholas did not care what she called him. Her body was a heaven he did not know he would find on this earth, and when he was with her that way, Nick was lucky if he even remembered his name.