"My scarf?" Bay repeated. All of this over a scarf? She didn't know whether to laugh or throw a rat ball at him. Bay just shook her head and folded herself into his arms, breathing in the scent of him too. Her own nose was only human but she could still remember how potent it had been in her werewolf days. Even now, to a human nose, he smelled good.

"You know you could have waited until tomorrow."