don’t you think?”
Ted Norris sat at the center of this Hunter’s Folly. Monty could feel it in his bones.
“You told anyone else about this?” He stood, already planning what to do and say to Sophie to explain his coming absence. He didn’t want to leave her, but if Norris was indeed up to his old tricks, he’d take down Sophie, the pride and anyone else Monty deemed important in his life. Monty needed to take the fight to him.
Miles stood with him. “Not yet. After meeting with you, I’m going to see Burke and the town council. They need to be informed about this possible threat.”
“Good.” Monty moved to the door then stopped. He turned and stared Miles in the eye. “I’m going to settle this. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the Hunters for good this time.” Norris had to die. “I’m not sure they’re behind Joy being missing, but if they are, I’ll find her.”
“That’s all I can ask.” Miles stuck out his hand.
“Hell. Do I have to shake it?”
Miles cracked a smile. “Quit whining, wolf. And hey, look at it this way. I hear you’re planning to get married to that pretty she-wolf you mated. In lieu of owing you a favor—God forbid—I’m hiring you to look into this Folly thing. Ten grand to cover your time and expenses.”
Monty blinked. “Ten grand?”
“Yep.” Miles smirked. “Do I need to count out the zeroes for you?”
Monty snarled at Miles as he left, but he couldn’t stop thinking. Ten thousand dollars could buy Sophie a lot of shit she probably needed. They could put an addition on the cabin, though she seemed to think it was big enough. Or he could throw her a huge wedding. Not that he needed money to go after pricks like Norris, but if Miles was offering, he’d sure as shit take the money. And it wasn’t a handout, considering when Monty did catch Norris, he’d be in for the fight of his life.
He locked up the shop, left Whitefish behind and returned home, determined to make things right with Sophie before he sought out and destroyed his enemy. He only hoped that once he told her his story, she’d understand why he had to put their future in jeopardy.
Arriving home to the smell of a thick, hearty stew and his mate, Monty took in the scene and smiled. She stood behind the kitchen counter stirring something, her grin wide and welcoming when she saw him.
“There you are. I was getting worried.” Sophie looked pretty as a picture with her long brown hair down and her eyes crinkled in a smile. Her lips parted, and he hurried to take advantage with a kiss before he realized what little she wore underneath her oversized apron.
“Good Christ.” He blinked and stared down at the gaping fabric. Two perfect breasts with two tight little nipples poked the coarse material. He looked further down and noticed high heels accentuating her sexy legs.
“There’s a scene we haven’t played out yet,” she murmured and ran her hands over his chest. As usual, he didn’t need to work to get hard for his mate. Just scenting her aroused him. But this, an apron, a thong and heels?
“Hold on,” he said in a hoarse voice. He fumbled for his cell phone and called Burke. “I talked to Bermin. I’m on it tomorrow. I’ll see you then, and not before. Tonight is mine.”
Burke understood. Thank God. Because Monty had a hard time functioning when Sophie smiled shyly at him and grabbed him by the collar. Then she backed into the cabin, toward the bedroom, and pulled him in.
Lit candles gave the room a romantic glow. A fat dildo, tub of lube and towel on the nightstand had his heart racing. He’d been preparing her for a while. Would she let him take her ass tonight? He wanted to, but he questioned himself. Did he have the right to roll around in the sack without telling her he’d be leaving tomorrow, and why?
“No thinking, wolf of mine.” She yanked his shirt over his head and off him and tossed it to the side. Then she untied the apron she wore and let it fall to
Ted Norris sat at the center of this Hunter’s Folly. Monty could feel it in his bones.
“You told anyone else about this?” He stood, already planning what to do and say to Sophie to explain his coming absence. He didn’t want to leave her, but if Norris was indeed up to his old tricks, he’d take down Sophie, the pride and anyone else Monty deemed important in his life. Monty needed to take the fight to him.
Miles stood with him. “Not yet. After meeting with you, I’m going to see Burke and the town council. They need to be informed about this possible threat.”
“Good.” Monty moved to the door then stopped. He turned and stared Miles in the eye. “I’m going to settle this. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the Hunters for good this time.” Norris had to die. “I’m not sure they’re behind Joy being missing, but if they are, I’ll find her.”
“That’s all I can ask.” Miles stuck out his hand.
“Hell. Do I have to shake it?”
Miles cracked a smile. “Quit whining, wolf. And hey, look at it this way. I hear you’re planning to get married to that pretty she-wolf you mated. In lieu of owing you a favor—God forbid—I’m hiring you to look into this Folly thing. Ten grand to cover your time and expenses.”
Monty blinked. “Ten grand?”
“Yep.” Miles smirked. “Do I need to count out the zeroes for you?”
Monty snarled at Miles as he left, but he couldn’t stop thinking. Ten thousand dollars could buy Sophie a lot of shit she probably needed. They could put an addition on the cabin, though she seemed to think it was big enough. Or he could throw her a huge wedding. Not that he needed money to go after pricks like Norris, but if Miles was offering, he’d sure as shit take the money. And it wasn’t a handout, considering when Monty did catch Norris, he’d be in for the fight of his life.
He locked up the shop, left Whitefish behind and returned home, determined to make things right with Sophie before he sought out and destroyed his enemy. He only hoped that once he told her his story, she’d understand why he had to put their future in jeopardy.
Arriving home to the smell of a thick, hearty stew and his mate, Monty took in the scene and smiled. She stood behind the kitchen counter stirring something, her grin wide and welcoming when she saw him.
“There you are. I was getting worried.” Sophie looked pretty as a picture with her long brown hair down and her eyes crinkled in a smile. Her lips parted, and he hurried to take advantage with a kiss before he realized what little she wore underneath her oversized apron.
“Good Christ.” He blinked and stared down at the gaping fabric. Two perfect breasts with two tight little nipples poked the coarse material. He looked further down and noticed high heels accentuating her sexy legs.
“There’s a scene we haven’t played out yet,” she murmured and ran her hands over his chest. As usual, he didn’t need to work to get hard for his mate. Just scenting her aroused him. But this, an apron, a thong and heels?
“Hold on,” he said in a hoarse voice. He fumbled for his cell phone and called Burke. “I talked to Bermin. I’m on it tomorrow. I’ll see you then, and not before. Tonight is mine.”
Burke understood. Thank God. Because Monty had a hard time functioning when Sophie smiled shyly at him and grabbed him by the collar. Then she backed into the cabin, toward the bedroom, and pulled him in.
Lit candles gave the room a romantic glow. A fat dildo, tub of lube and towel on the nightstand had his heart racing. He’d been preparing her for a while. Would she let him take her ass tonight? He wanted to, but he questioned himself. Did he have the right to roll around in the sack without telling her he’d be leaving tomorrow, and why?
“No thinking, wolf of mine.” She yanked his shirt over his head and off him and tossed it to the side. Then she untied the apron she wore and let it fall to
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