The White Werewolf's Love (Interracial Shifter Romance BWWM Paranormal) by R S Holloway Page B

you outside my bedroom door this morning?” he asked.
                  She hung her head. “I needed to use the bathroom, so I came out. I heard talking so I walked towards your door. I don’t know why, just curious I guess. I heard you say you hated my father, and for some reason I transferred that emotion to me,” she ended, with hung head.
                  ‘Look Chrissie, don’t worry about that. How I feel about your father is directed at your father alone. It is not a reflection of how I feel or think about you, okay?”
                  She shook her head. Just then the front door burst open and who should come charging in but Luke. She spun, and her face instantly lit up. Wes smiled because it was obvious she was indeed taken with his brother. He walked off, and just as he was stepping back inside the penthouse, Luke almost collided in him.
                  “Hey bro,” was all he said.
                  “Good Morning to you too,” responded Wes. But he doubted Luke heard that. He made a beeline for Chrissie, like he did every other morning when he came there at the stroke of dawn. Chrissie had learned to mark his time and she was always up, waiting for him. Wes didn’t mind the two sharing personal space, for it seemed to give her some measure of comfort. That, plus the fact that he didn’t know how to relate to teenagers one bit. He was grateful that Lucy was there for that; she seemed to understand a whole lot more than he did.
                  He stood there watching the two bright faced teenagers, and wondered at a permanent solution to her staying there. She had said she had no relatives as far as she knew, but they could only take her word for that. He would contact Walter later in the day and ask him to run a background check on Derek and his family; there had to be someone living in the city. He was not her legal guardian so he could easily get into trouble by having her there. He almost jumped when he felt cold fingers touch his side. He turned around to see a half awake Lucy standing there, now robed.
                  “You almost gave me a fright,” he said.
                  “Sorry. Is that Luke? Silly question, of course it is Luke,” she asked and answered her own question. It always amused Wes when she did that. He held her hand and led her back to the sofa. “So, she did confirm she was outside the door last night.”
                  Lucy opened wide eyes at Wes. “What did she say?” she queried.
                  “She said she had come out to use the bathroom and heard voices so she naturally walked over. She thinks I may hate her too because I hate her father.”
                  “Oh no,” exclaimed Lucy. “How did you handle that?”
                  “You would be proud of me,” he beamed. “I think I did extraordinarily well, thank you. Nonetheless Luke came in not long after and her attention was diverted, allowing me to escape,” he laughed.
                  Lucy laughed as well. “Well I hope she is doing alright, until we figure out what to do with her permanently.”
                  “I was just thinking the same thing.”
                  They sat there in silence for a few short beats, observing the duo on the balcony. Luke was over the moon that he was being allowed to see his human girlfriend, and as much as Wes knew not all humans were the same in terms of unconditional acceptance, Chrissie was but a child; she may not be as mature to be able to deal with something of this magnitude. He was grateful for Lucy, and that she was one of the more mature humans who didn’t scream and call the dog catchers. For Luke’s sake, and for all their sakes, he hoped this girl was all she seemed. As far as he knew, they had been seeing each other for months yet Luke had not even known who her father was.