The Werewolf Tycoon's Secret Baby (The Woolven Secret Book 2) by Saranna DeWylde

wasn’t hot and urgent, or hungry. It was gentle. It was concerned.
    The way he cupped her cheek was devastating. There was so much they hadn’t been able to say to each other in that simple caress. It was full of memories, of hope.
    It was good.
    Good like nothing had been in a long time.
    She put her arms around his neck, but he didn’t pull her close.
    “What the hell is that?” He turned his head out toward the boat where their past selves were frolicking.
    Only, they didn’t see their past selves.
    There was someone else on the boat with them.
    All that fear came rushing back and Emmie knew instinctively that the shadow figure creeping across the deck was someone—or something—dangerous.
    “In broad daylight, Drew. Who is that?”
    “I don’t know. But I can’t go over and ask. We could run into ourselves. Or whoever that is could run into us. Obviously, they don’t hurt us.”
    She knew he meant to be reassuring, but there was nothing in the world that could reassure her now.
    Instead of panicking and surrendering to that terror crawling back up her throat, Emmie forced herself to look. Forced herself to stare. “It’s not Peter.”
    “How do you know?”
    “He’d have killed us while we slept.”
    “Stay here. I’m going to swim closer.”
    Treading water, she had a realization. What she was doing right now, she could keep doing. She could keep treading water. Or she could decide to swim and getting somewhere was better than spinning her wheels.
    “Like hell. I’m coming with you.”
    She expected him to tell her not to, to warn her away. But he didn’t. He simply nodded and they swam toward the boat.
    Emmie remembered her time with him on that boat so clearly. She replayed it in her head all the time. It was special. It was magick.
    And she was pissed off that there was someone sullying that. Someone who’d infringed on their haven away from the rest of the world. It marred the memory of that seemingly perfect time together.
    Goddamn him for that.
    She swam out, stroke after stroke, intent on one thing—the shadow figure. Emmie didn’t know what they were going to do when they got there, but damn it, this was something she could do. Some action she could take.
    They finally neared the boat. “What are we going to do if we see us?”
    “That’s not going to happen. We didn’t see us the first time, did we?”
    She supposed that was true, but what if—she couldn’t even get into the paradox. It made her head ache.
    When they got close to the boat, he whispered, “I’m going to swim around the other side and see if I can get a better look at him.”
    He disappeared under the water in a single, smooth motion.
    She crept around to the rear of the boat, and pulled herself up the ladder. Drew seemed convinced they wouldn’t get caught and she had to see this man up close. There was something so familiar about him. Emmie was afraid, but she was tired of being afraid and she knew somehow this man held the key to her fear.
    Emmie had to face him. For Drew. For Noah. For herself .
    It occurred her as she stood, dripping on the deck, that maybe he’d followed them into the past too. If they could use magick to do it, what was stopping anyone else?
    The thought of Peter being able to go back in time, to send someone else—she strangled the thought in its infancy. He wasn’t Peter.
    He didn’t have anything to do with Peter.
    The truth of that statement resonated in her bones and she took a deep breath.
    “Kate!”
    She looked up to see the hooded man. His eyes were so blue, they were arctic and they chilled her insides to ice.
    Emmie knew him, but she didn’t remember who he was. He was so familiar, it rattled her that she couldn’t place him.
    “Oh Kate, look at what they’ve done to you.”
    He took a step forward, and she stepped back. There was nowhere to go, except back in the water. She had a feeling that if this man was determined to hurt her, it wouldn’t matter how far she