was no body," I insisted.
Oh my Goddess. My stomach lurched and my magic ramped up to a level that made me feel high. I was right. I hadn't bothered to put any pieces together until now. And now might be too late.
"Fine. I'm going with you," Mac said tightly.
"Soooo am I," Fabio added.
"Of course you are." Mac laughed without humor and glared at Fabio.
"What is your problem with my cat?" I demanded. "That mangy bastard loves me."
"Do you love him?" Mac asked.
Fabio's ears perked up and they both watched me carefully.
"Oh my hell," I sputtered. "I don't even know what love means. I don't want anyone to ask me that question again today. I have some honey badgers to destroy."
"Go change unless you can sprint in those boots," Mac instructed as he eyed my four inch heels.
"Honey, I could run a marathon in these boots. Plus, the heel alone could put an eye out."
He grinned despite himself and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "You are definitely my girl."
"Whatever you say." I used his own ambiguous phrase on him as I headed for the door. "Let's go pop some badgers."
***
Apparently the honey badgers met at their lair at eleven every night so we had a few hours to kill. Mac insisted we do something fun before we ruined my outfit and I agreed. Fabio was bizarrely quiet, but he rarely spoke when we weren't alone.
Two people and a cat on a motorcycle was a challenge, but we made it work. Mac drove fast and I squealed with joy as the crisp night air hit my face. Fabio, on the other hand, just dug his claws into Mac's back and hissed the entire ride into town.
Main Street was deserted, but Mac was hell bent on taking me somewhere fun.
"Mac, if this is your idea of fun we're going to have some problems," I said as I dismounted the Harley and slid Fabio into my purse.
"Hush," he said as took my hand in his.
We entered the empty hardware store and made our way to the back. I was certain I heard music, but where in the hell was it coming from?
"Are you having fun yet?” he asked with a smirk.
"Um… am I supposed to be?"
"I have fun simply staring at you," he said as he ran his thumb along my jaw.
Fabio pretended to puke in my purse.
"Well, you're weird," I said as I tried to bite back my grin of delight.
"You got that right," he replied with a chuckle.
Mac opened a rusted-out door and gently pushed me through.
No freakin' way .
There was a back room to the hardware store and it housed a huge bar—with a jukebox and a buttload of happy, dancing Shifters.
I turned and squeezed Mac's hand with a giggle. "You guys really are weird."
"Again. You are correct," he said as he pulled me into the party.
"Zelda," Simon yelled as he two-stepped up a storm with a pretty skunk girl. "So happy you're here!"
I spotted Wanda, Kurt, Chuck, DeeDee, Bob and Roger and a bunch of other Shifters whose names I couldn't remember. Most sported costumes further convincing me it really was Halloween. Little Bo and several other small cuties were next to a metal tub filled with water and apples. They were bobbing and shrieking with laughter.
Depression suddenly rolled through me at the thought of leaving them, but I needed to think about it later. First I had to live through the night.
"Dance with me," Mac said as he pulled me out on the floor. The sea of Shifters parted for us and DeeDee violently banged the jukebox with her head. The fast song was immediately replaced with a slow sexy beat. Very sneaky.
Mac nodded his approval to DeeDee, who bowed her head to him, as did the rest of the crowd.
"So I hear you're the king," I said as he pulled me into his arms and began to move to the music.
"I heard that too," Mac answered as his lips grazed my ear.
I shuddered and leaned in closer. What was it about him? Was the mating bullcrap true?
"You wanna be my queen?" he
Oh my Goddess. My stomach lurched and my magic ramped up to a level that made me feel high. I was right. I hadn't bothered to put any pieces together until now. And now might be too late.
"Fine. I'm going with you," Mac said tightly.
"Soooo am I," Fabio added.
"Of course you are." Mac laughed without humor and glared at Fabio.
"What is your problem with my cat?" I demanded. "That mangy bastard loves me."
"Do you love him?" Mac asked.
Fabio's ears perked up and they both watched me carefully.
"Oh my hell," I sputtered. "I don't even know what love means. I don't want anyone to ask me that question again today. I have some honey badgers to destroy."
"Go change unless you can sprint in those boots," Mac instructed as he eyed my four inch heels.
"Honey, I could run a marathon in these boots. Plus, the heel alone could put an eye out."
He grinned despite himself and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "You are definitely my girl."
"Whatever you say." I used his own ambiguous phrase on him as I headed for the door. "Let's go pop some badgers."
***
Apparently the honey badgers met at their lair at eleven every night so we had a few hours to kill. Mac insisted we do something fun before we ruined my outfit and I agreed. Fabio was bizarrely quiet, but he rarely spoke when we weren't alone.
Two people and a cat on a motorcycle was a challenge, but we made it work. Mac drove fast and I squealed with joy as the crisp night air hit my face. Fabio, on the other hand, just dug his claws into Mac's back and hissed the entire ride into town.
Main Street was deserted, but Mac was hell bent on taking me somewhere fun.
"Mac, if this is your idea of fun we're going to have some problems," I said as I dismounted the Harley and slid Fabio into my purse.
"Hush," he said as took my hand in his.
We entered the empty hardware store and made our way to the back. I was certain I heard music, but where in the hell was it coming from?
"Are you having fun yet?” he asked with a smirk.
"Um… am I supposed to be?"
"I have fun simply staring at you," he said as he ran his thumb along my jaw.
Fabio pretended to puke in my purse.
"Well, you're weird," I said as I tried to bite back my grin of delight.
"You got that right," he replied with a chuckle.
Mac opened a rusted-out door and gently pushed me through.
No freakin' way .
There was a back room to the hardware store and it housed a huge bar—with a jukebox and a buttload of happy, dancing Shifters.
I turned and squeezed Mac's hand with a giggle. "You guys really are weird."
"Again. You are correct," he said as he pulled me into the party.
"Zelda," Simon yelled as he two-stepped up a storm with a pretty skunk girl. "So happy you're here!"
I spotted Wanda, Kurt, Chuck, DeeDee, Bob and Roger and a bunch of other Shifters whose names I couldn't remember. Most sported costumes further convincing me it really was Halloween. Little Bo and several other small cuties were next to a metal tub filled with water and apples. They were bobbing and shrieking with laughter.
Depression suddenly rolled through me at the thought of leaving them, but I needed to think about it later. First I had to live through the night.
"Dance with me," Mac said as he pulled me out on the floor. The sea of Shifters parted for us and DeeDee violently banged the jukebox with her head. The fast song was immediately replaced with a slow sexy beat. Very sneaky.
Mac nodded his approval to DeeDee, who bowed her head to him, as did the rest of the crowd.
"So I hear you're the king," I said as he pulled me into his arms and began to move to the music.
"I heard that too," Mac answered as his lips grazed my ear.
I shuddered and leaned in closer. What was it about him? Was the mating bullcrap true?
"You wanna be my queen?" he
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