but it’s probably better for me to get this over with.” Once she met him she could put it behind her, like Quinn had done.
Hank leaned in close until their mouths were practically touching. His breath was warm against her skin. “I’ll be with you.”
His promise warmed her because she knew he meant it.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He brushed his lips against hers and stood back before she could object. She glanced around hoping no one had noticed the kiss. The rest of the pack was busy with the crowds. Chrissten gave a sigh of relief. Her life was so damn complicated.
Hank stood and brushed his hand over her hair. “Don’t worry, Chrissten. Everything will work out.”
She watched as he made his way back to his post by the door. He might believe what he’d said but she didn’t. She knew better. Her entire family did. Everything didn’t always work out. Sometimes bad shit happened.
Chrissten pulled her soupy milkshake back in front of her and took a sip. It was warm but it still tasted good. She kept her eyes on the door, watching Hank while she waited for the man who was her father.
Hank channeled his anger, putting the energy into being vigilant and prepared. He hated seeing Chrissten so worried and afraid. She’d covered it quickly, but he’d seen the flash of fear in her eyes when Isaiah told her she would be meeting her father tonight.
Damn selfish bastard. He should stay in Wolf Creek and wait until Chrissten wanted to see him. She’d been through enough already and wasn’t nearly back to full strength.
On the other hand, Hank had to be fair to the guy. He hadn’t known he’d had kids and he knew his daughter had been hurt. If it had been Hank he’d have been here as soon as possible after Chrissten was rescued.
Hank didn’t know how he felt about Donovan Brody. Personally, he didn’t care what the guy did. He only cared how it affected Chrissten.
He used his peripheral vision to watch her. She looked so alone sitting in the corner by herself. He could spend all night looking at her. She was wearing the blue sweater he’d seen earlier, the one that matched her eyes. It set off her blonde hair, making it appear even lighter. She’d braided the thick mass and the tip of the braid almost hit her waist. His fingers itched to unwind it and let it flow through his fingers, over his body.
Her jeans were a bit baggy but that was to be expected. She was still way too thin. He could easily imagine her with curves. His dick twitched. Oh yeah, she was gorgeous now, but with curves she’d be a total knockout.
She needed to gain some weight. At least she was drinking her milkshake. He’d suggested it to Teague when Chrissten had come downstairs earlier. She needed the calories, plus he thought she’d like it. Craig had mentioned once that she liked vanilla ice cream and milkshakes.
A movement at the far end of the bar caught his attention. The door to the upstairs apartments opened and Quinn and Bethany emerged. No need to ask what they’d been up to. Bethany’s hair was slightly mussed and she had a sleepy smile on her face. Quinn just looked content.
He was glad they were happy, but it was hard to watch. He wanted what they had and he wanted it with Chrissten.
His chest ached as he turned his attention back to the door and what was happening in the bar. Chrissten was here and she was safe. That’s what truly mattered. Eventually Brian would make his move and Hank would kill him. He didn’t care if the other male was a pureblood. Hank was fighting for his life. Without Chrissten he didn’t have one. She was it for him, the one and only. He knew that as sure as he knew his own name.
Even if he didn’t survive the fight with Brian, she would be free. That was his goal. He wanted Chrissten to be free, to feel safe. She deserved no less.
The night seemed to last forever. Usually Hank enjoyed his job. He liked listening to the music and watching the people, seeing how they
Hank leaned in close until their mouths were practically touching. His breath was warm against her skin. “I’ll be with you.”
His promise warmed her because she knew he meant it.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He brushed his lips against hers and stood back before she could object. She glanced around hoping no one had noticed the kiss. The rest of the pack was busy with the crowds. Chrissten gave a sigh of relief. Her life was so damn complicated.
Hank stood and brushed his hand over her hair. “Don’t worry, Chrissten. Everything will work out.”
She watched as he made his way back to his post by the door. He might believe what he’d said but she didn’t. She knew better. Her entire family did. Everything didn’t always work out. Sometimes bad shit happened.
Chrissten pulled her soupy milkshake back in front of her and took a sip. It was warm but it still tasted good. She kept her eyes on the door, watching Hank while she waited for the man who was her father.
Hank channeled his anger, putting the energy into being vigilant and prepared. He hated seeing Chrissten so worried and afraid. She’d covered it quickly, but he’d seen the flash of fear in her eyes when Isaiah told her she would be meeting her father tonight.
Damn selfish bastard. He should stay in Wolf Creek and wait until Chrissten wanted to see him. She’d been through enough already and wasn’t nearly back to full strength.
On the other hand, Hank had to be fair to the guy. He hadn’t known he’d had kids and he knew his daughter had been hurt. If it had been Hank he’d have been here as soon as possible after Chrissten was rescued.
Hank didn’t know how he felt about Donovan Brody. Personally, he didn’t care what the guy did. He only cared how it affected Chrissten.
He used his peripheral vision to watch her. She looked so alone sitting in the corner by herself. He could spend all night looking at her. She was wearing the blue sweater he’d seen earlier, the one that matched her eyes. It set off her blonde hair, making it appear even lighter. She’d braided the thick mass and the tip of the braid almost hit her waist. His fingers itched to unwind it and let it flow through his fingers, over his body.
Her jeans were a bit baggy but that was to be expected. She was still way too thin. He could easily imagine her with curves. His dick twitched. Oh yeah, she was gorgeous now, but with curves she’d be a total knockout.
She needed to gain some weight. At least she was drinking her milkshake. He’d suggested it to Teague when Chrissten had come downstairs earlier. She needed the calories, plus he thought she’d like it. Craig had mentioned once that she liked vanilla ice cream and milkshakes.
A movement at the far end of the bar caught his attention. The door to the upstairs apartments opened and Quinn and Bethany emerged. No need to ask what they’d been up to. Bethany’s hair was slightly mussed and she had a sleepy smile on her face. Quinn just looked content.
He was glad they were happy, but it was hard to watch. He wanted what they had and he wanted it with Chrissten.
His chest ached as he turned his attention back to the door and what was happening in the bar. Chrissten was here and she was safe. That’s what truly mattered. Eventually Brian would make his move and Hank would kill him. He didn’t care if the other male was a pureblood. Hank was fighting for his life. Without Chrissten he didn’t have one. She was it for him, the one and only. He knew that as sure as he knew his own name.
Even if he didn’t survive the fight with Brian, she would be free. That was his goal. He wanted Chrissten to be free, to feel safe. She deserved no less.
The night seemed to last forever. Usually Hank enjoyed his job. He liked listening to the music and watching the people, seeing how they
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