So I Married a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) by Kristin Miller Page B

him so badly it hurt.
    Maybe today would be the start.
    As her dog blog cued up, she searched through the traffic stats.
    “Fifty comments?” She scanned over a few questions from her last post. “Wow. More than yesterday.”
    She read:
    I have a Chihuahua with “little dog” syndrome. He won’t quit picking on our dalmatian. I can’t keep them apart all the time. What should I do?
    Have a Little Faith ’s answer: Watch the behavior carefully. What we might be quick to consider “bullying” behavior might simply be two dogs playing with each other. What is the dalmatian’s response to the little guy? Do they nip and growl or are they attacking each other and biting with force? Those answers will go a long way in determining if your dog’s behavior is something that needs to be addressed or looked over.
    How do you get your dog to stop chewing dryer sheets?
    Have a Little Faith ’s answer: Keep the dryer sheets off the floor, get a trash can with a lid, and buy your dog some fresh-smelling chew toys.
    Faith kicked her feet up on the couch and checked her email. She’d just heard back from her website designer. The layout he’d made featuring dogs and footprints, with easy access to all of her posts and tags, was beautiful. Better than she’d anticipated.
    Traffic on the blog had escalated in the last few months, but this new look was going to catapult it out of the doggie blog-o-sphere. At this point, she was making about thirty dollars a month off the widgets on the sidebar where she featured top-selling dog toys and treats. She bought her favorite items in bulk off eBay, repacked them, and sold them via Amazon. All of the items were “ Have a Little Faith endorsed.”
    Pretty brilliant, if she did say so herself.
    The front door swung open and Carter walked inside, making a beeline for the refrigerator. Even as a blur of movement, he was assertive, his strides sure and even.
    “Honey, I’m home,” he joked, popping the top on a beer. “What’s cooking?”
    Her heart fluttered, although she knew he was joking. How different would her life be with Carter in it? She could try to have a hot meal for him when he walked in the door from work. He could talk to her about his bad day…and then they’d make love in front of the woodstove and all would be right in the world.
    “Did you not see the dead cake pan on the front porch?” she said, jarring back to reality. They weren’t a real couple, and they weren’t any closer to making love than she was to being a gourmet chef. “It’s still there for other cooking pots and pans to witness. Wouldn’t want them getting any crazy ideas. I had Chinese. There are leftovers on the top shelf in back.”
    “Swell.” He came out of the kitchen with a beer and white to-go box with the top peeled back, chopsticks sticking out. His dark-washed jeans were slung low on his waist, and his black T-shirt bunched over his shoulders, hanging loosely at his sides. “What’re you doing?”
    Fighting the to urge to check him out for the hundredth time, Faith scrolled to the top of her new site. Her cheeks flushed hot as she remembered how he’d almost kissed her during their food fight. But she’d panicked, as she always did. Besides, she could have read something into that interaction that hadn’t actually been there. What if that hadn’t been an almost-kiss?
    “ Have a Little Faith just got a remodel.” She spun the computer around to show him. “What do you think?”
    Gawking, Carter sank into the couch cushions beside her. “That’s your blog? I mean, that’s you?”
    “Pretty sweet, right? I’ve been working really hard on it.”
    “Looks like it.” He stared at the site as he chomped down lo mein, then cast his gaze at her, his eyes a mesmerizing shade of sky blue. “What kind of stuff do you talk about?”
    “Everything dog-related from toys, treats, exercises, and training techniques to humane animal shelters located by area and map.” She snapped