Chapter 3

Damn it. He couldn’t get this close only to lose him now.

Darren forced himself to walk toward the bar calmly, trying to stay alert to everybody entering and exiting the room. If he could move more freely through the house, or if he had back-up, it’d be another story. He could track a werewolf, any werewolf, through running water, if he had to. But not while he was pretending to be a normal girl.

“Club soda with a lime, please,” Darren said, once he got to the bar.

The bartender paused and dragged his gaze over Darren’s face. Darren caught his breath and flashed what he hoped was a flirting smile.

“Designated driver tonight?”

“Yep. That’s me.”

He nodded and poured the drink. “Well, have a good time tonight anyway.”

“I plan to.”