Cat's Howl: A Macconwood Pack Novel (The Macconwood Pack Series Book 2) by C.D. Gorri Page A
Authors: C.D. Gorri
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a septic tank,” Tate
laughed as he spoke at the look on Cat’s face. Priceless .
“I love the outdoors, but it’s the twenty-first century and
bathrooms are no longer considered a luxury. It’s just down the hall.”
“Hey, I think it’s awesome. I happen to like indoor plumbing.”
He laughed out loud as she made her way down the hall with
only the light from the fire to guide her. She could see just fine, but still Cat
mumbled a few not nice things just loud enough for him to hear. He laughed even
harder.
She brought her cinnamon toothpaste with her into the
bathroom. It’s okay, Cat, you can do this. It’s just one night. With Tate.
Alone in the woods. She gulped a little too loudly .
Seriously, Cat, no worries. He’s certainly not going to
jump your bones. He doesn’t even want you here. Not really. He probably doesn’t
even notice you’re here. She closed the door to the bathroom and exhaled.
It was more spacious than she would have guessed.
It was true that Tate’s taste for interior design bordered
on the simple, but Cat approved wholeheartedly. Everything was neat and had a
certain rustic charm that she rather liked.
If only he had given them a chance. They would have been
great together. But that was all in the past. She was a different person now.
Career oriented. She had no time for girlhood crushes. She smiled sadly and
turned to look at herself in the large oval mirror.
It was beautiful. Like something out of a fairy tale. It
took up the entire wall. The edges were rough and unfinished, but that gave it
a rustic charm. She could tell that it was very old and very heavy.
She saw her ice blue eyes looking back at her from a frame
of wavy blonde hair. The colors went from honey brown to platinum silver.
People always envied her her hair, but she was used to it. She had good hair.
She smiled politely when people asked her where she got it done and simply
shook her head. It was all her.
She continued her perusal in the mirror. Mirror, mirror,
on the wall…hmm, yeah right, she thought to herself. She touched her cheeks
and pushed back her hair. Her cheekbones were high, making her face a little
angular maybe. But her skin was clear and creamy. Her lips soft and wide. Not
too bad, she thought to herself . But not enough.
It had been years since she allowed herself to dwell on how
she appealed to men. That man in the other room in particular. God knew he
never wasted any time thinking about her. She looked down and her mouth dropped
open. Maybe she was wrong about that? Or maybe he was just a considerate host.
On the navy blue tile counter top was a new toothbrush still
in its wrapper, a hair brush, and new bar of Ivory soap still in its box. A
fresh powder blue towel sat next to them. For her .
Cat reached for the bar of soap before turning around. Hmmm,
shower or bath. She couldn’t resist the latter. The old-fashioned claw foot
bathtub sat across from a spacious shower stall tiled with the same small navy
blue squares.
She turned the faucet on and for a minute pictured herself
sharing the large bath tub with Tate. There was certainly enough room for the
two of them. Whoa, down girl…
Tate tried not to listen to what was going on in his bathroom,
but it was more difficult than he would have thought. After a few minutes, the
sound of running water drowned out the other sounds that he found so
distracting. Like Cat’s heartbeat, or the sound of her swallowing, her soft
footsteps, her breath…
Think about something else. He sat down on the rug in
front of the crackling wood fire. Cat was here. In his cabin. He could hardly
wrap his head around the fact.
It was difficult for Tate to open up to others. That
probably had a lot to do with his parents. His mother’s suicide and then his
father’s abandoning him with the Macconwood Pack when he was just a kid did
nothing for his self-esteem.
Rafe was probably his best friend but nowadays, before that
friendship, he was Tate’s Alpha. He
laughed as he spoke at the look on Cat’s face. Priceless .
“I love the outdoors, but it’s the twenty-first century and
bathrooms are no longer considered a luxury. It’s just down the hall.”
“Hey, I think it’s awesome. I happen to like indoor plumbing.”
He laughed out loud as she made her way down the hall with
only the light from the fire to guide her. She could see just fine, but still Cat
mumbled a few not nice things just loud enough for him to hear. He laughed even
harder.
She brought her cinnamon toothpaste with her into the
bathroom. It’s okay, Cat, you can do this. It’s just one night. With Tate.
Alone in the woods. She gulped a little too loudly .
Seriously, Cat, no worries. He’s certainly not going to
jump your bones. He doesn’t even want you here. Not really. He probably doesn’t
even notice you’re here. She closed the door to the bathroom and exhaled.
It was more spacious than she would have guessed.
It was true that Tate’s taste for interior design bordered
on the simple, but Cat approved wholeheartedly. Everything was neat and had a
certain rustic charm that she rather liked.
If only he had given them a chance. They would have been
great together. But that was all in the past. She was a different person now.
Career oriented. She had no time for girlhood crushes. She smiled sadly and
turned to look at herself in the large oval mirror.
It was beautiful. Like something out of a fairy tale. It
took up the entire wall. The edges were rough and unfinished, but that gave it
a rustic charm. She could tell that it was very old and very heavy.
She saw her ice blue eyes looking back at her from a frame
of wavy blonde hair. The colors went from honey brown to platinum silver.
People always envied her her hair, but she was used to it. She had good hair.
She smiled politely when people asked her where she got it done and simply
shook her head. It was all her.
She continued her perusal in the mirror. Mirror, mirror,
on the wall…hmm, yeah right, she thought to herself. She touched her cheeks
and pushed back her hair. Her cheekbones were high, making her face a little
angular maybe. But her skin was clear and creamy. Her lips soft and wide. Not
too bad, she thought to herself . But not enough.
It had been years since she allowed herself to dwell on how
she appealed to men. That man in the other room in particular. God knew he
never wasted any time thinking about her. She looked down and her mouth dropped
open. Maybe she was wrong about that? Or maybe he was just a considerate host.
On the navy blue tile counter top was a new toothbrush still
in its wrapper, a hair brush, and new bar of Ivory soap still in its box. A
fresh powder blue towel sat next to them. For her .
Cat reached for the bar of soap before turning around. Hmmm,
shower or bath. She couldn’t resist the latter. The old-fashioned claw foot
bathtub sat across from a spacious shower stall tiled with the same small navy
blue squares.
She turned the faucet on and for a minute pictured herself
sharing the large bath tub with Tate. There was certainly enough room for the
two of them. Whoa, down girl…
Tate tried not to listen to what was going on in his bathroom,
but it was more difficult than he would have thought. After a few minutes, the
sound of running water drowned out the other sounds that he found so
distracting. Like Cat’s heartbeat, or the sound of her swallowing, her soft
footsteps, her breath…
Think about something else. He sat down on the rug in
front of the crackling wood fire. Cat was here. In his cabin. He could hardly
wrap his head around the fact.
It was difficult for Tate to open up to others. That
probably had a lot to do with his parents. His mother’s suicide and then his
father’s abandoning him with the Macconwood Pack when he was just a kid did
nothing for his self-esteem.
Rafe was probably his best friend but nowadays, before that
friendship, he was Tate’s Alpha. He
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