She belongs to me. Ryder Wolf, that's the name I tossed her way, but deep down, I knew it wouldn't cut it. Laurel, she was, peering at me through those curious eyes of hers, trying to act like she wasn't interested. But I could see right through that fa ade. She was a dangerous beauty, the kind of woman that could hook any soul. And let me tell you, nobody could resist that body she flaunted. Hell, not even...