Firestone Hot Springs too hot to handle

Maybe she would have to get out eventually, but it would be long after Dorian had to go. A pack wolf always had some kind of duty to perform.

"Nope," Lane insisted, "I can stay here forever. You're the one who's gotta run back home. You've probably got something you're s'posed to be doing right now, right?" Life as a lone wolf could get boring sometimes, and a little lonely, but at least Lane's time was her own. 

Lane did her best to look like she wasn't interested in the least in his "sharing," but her eyes did flick over his form briefly. It was tough to tell much of anything about his looks when he was soaked through, pelt clinging and hanging heavily on his frame. 

"Not sure I'm convinced," Lane teased, referring to Dorian's statement about someone thinking he was a gentleman.