She stalked past him and he could feel the heat of her as she did. And the anger. He wasn't quite sure where that was coming from so he was going to have to play this carefully. Women were frightening all on their own. Add in hormones and super werewolf powers and they were a completely terrifying species.

One he found himself inexorably drawn to.

He looked down at the card in her hand, licking his lips quickly before he answered. "It's, uh, it's a gift card?"

Wasn't that what it looked like? He hadn't put the pervy addition on, had he? He was pretty sure he'd been careful about not putting it on that card. Oh damn, did he send the wrong card? Yeah, he was a dead man.