the
business was okay. When he finished his one project, he'd be flush
again, but right now he wasn't. Truth was, she had taken a handful
of accounting classes, but wasn't an accountant, so she wasn't as
clever with finances as someone with more training.
Michael took Jason's check so she didn't have
to see him. Everyone had been acting strangely towards her, and she
was once again feeling like she didn't belong. Chris stopped by her
house after he got off work and she made dinner for them. She was
feeling out of sorts, and he was smart enough, or knew her well
enough, to let her be quiet and unhappy and just hang out. He drove
her to the bar, which was nice, and invited her to sing with them
again.
"Chris?" She looked out the window of the
truck as the darkness sped by. "Why haven't you ever picked a mate?
Every girl in the Garra pack would love to have you."
He took in a slow breath and let it out on a
sigh. "I guess the simplest explanation is that I'm not interested
in any of them. I don't think any of the wolves in the pack right
now are future alpha material. It takes a special woman to lead a
whole pack, to be alpha."
"When your dad steps down, if you're not
mated, then they'll be throwing themselves at you."
He laughed. "Hopefully I'll have convinced
some unsuspecting woman to be mine by then."
She unclicked her seatbelt when he turned off
the engine. "You're a very sweet guy, Chris. I'm glad that I've
gotten to know you better."
"Me, too, sweetheart. I'm just sorry that you
haven't had a good week. Offer still stands," he held his hand out
to her as she got out of the truck and she took it, "to come work
for me at the credit union. Or you could always be my love
slave."
It was her turn to laugh. "Does that come
with dental?"
While she filled drink orders, she mused over
Chris and his thinly veiled flirting, and liked it. He was so
different from Jason. Last week, she couldn't picture him as
anything more than what he had always been, just a friend. But now,
with Jason being so blatantly horrible when he wasn't hiding in the
back of the shop, and Jake's pack being so outwardly accepting of
her, she couldn't help but indulge in her fond feelings for Chris.
He was sexy as hell, funny and smart, and he was going to be alpha.
The only thing that he didn't have going for him, was that he
wasn't Jason. And damned her betraying heart, but when she turned
her thoughts to Chris, Jason clouded her mind.
Chris' band was up on stage and they called
her up, and she went at Jake's urging, singing a handful of songs
and enjoying herself. She was very aware of Jason in his normal
booth, angrily drumming his fingers on the tabletop. Sweaty from
the stage lights and slightly breathless, she hopped off the stage
and walked through the crowd to get back to work when she heard a
very familiar voice say a very familiar and tiresome insult.
Lindy said, "What a fucking mutt." The girls
with her, all from Jason's pack, laughed like it was the funniest
thing they had ever heard, even though she'd been hearing it since
kindergarten. Bitches.
Acting like she hadn't heard, Cadence went
behind the counter and Jake happened to have his back turned to
her, and she took the opportunity to grab the ball bat stashed
underneath and hop over the counter. She heard three different men
- Jake, Chris, and Jason – say almost simultaneously, "Oh
shit!”
Slamming the bat down in the middle of the
table so that the wood split with the force and their drinks
spilled, she grabbed that bitch Lindy by her hair and snatched her
off her seat. "I am so fucking tired," Cadence said, dragging her
behind her through the bar as both Chris and Jason scrambled
towards her, "of hearing that snarky little mouth of yours with
your mutt-this and mutt-that." Cadence tossed her against the wall
by the exit where she crumbled to the floor in a heap, kicked the
door open, grabbed her by her neck and shoved her through.
Lindy stumbled on her hooker heels on
business was okay. When he finished his one project, he'd be flush
again, but right now he wasn't. Truth was, she had taken a handful
of accounting classes, but wasn't an accountant, so she wasn't as
clever with finances as someone with more training.
Michael took Jason's check so she didn't have
to see him. Everyone had been acting strangely towards her, and she
was once again feeling like she didn't belong. Chris stopped by her
house after he got off work and she made dinner for them. She was
feeling out of sorts, and he was smart enough, or knew her well
enough, to let her be quiet and unhappy and just hang out. He drove
her to the bar, which was nice, and invited her to sing with them
again.
"Chris?" She looked out the window of the
truck as the darkness sped by. "Why haven't you ever picked a mate?
Every girl in the Garra pack would love to have you."
He took in a slow breath and let it out on a
sigh. "I guess the simplest explanation is that I'm not interested
in any of them. I don't think any of the wolves in the pack right
now are future alpha material. It takes a special woman to lead a
whole pack, to be alpha."
"When your dad steps down, if you're not
mated, then they'll be throwing themselves at you."
He laughed. "Hopefully I'll have convinced
some unsuspecting woman to be mine by then."
She unclicked her seatbelt when he turned off
the engine. "You're a very sweet guy, Chris. I'm glad that I've
gotten to know you better."
"Me, too, sweetheart. I'm just sorry that you
haven't had a good week. Offer still stands," he held his hand out
to her as she got out of the truck and she took it, "to come work
for me at the credit union. Or you could always be my love
slave."
It was her turn to laugh. "Does that come
with dental?"
While she filled drink orders, she mused over
Chris and his thinly veiled flirting, and liked it. He was so
different from Jason. Last week, she couldn't picture him as
anything more than what he had always been, just a friend. But now,
with Jason being so blatantly horrible when he wasn't hiding in the
back of the shop, and Jake's pack being so outwardly accepting of
her, she couldn't help but indulge in her fond feelings for Chris.
He was sexy as hell, funny and smart, and he was going to be alpha.
The only thing that he didn't have going for him, was that he
wasn't Jason. And damned her betraying heart, but when she turned
her thoughts to Chris, Jason clouded her mind.
Chris' band was up on stage and they called
her up, and she went at Jake's urging, singing a handful of songs
and enjoying herself. She was very aware of Jason in his normal
booth, angrily drumming his fingers on the tabletop. Sweaty from
the stage lights and slightly breathless, she hopped off the stage
and walked through the crowd to get back to work when she heard a
very familiar voice say a very familiar and tiresome insult.
Lindy said, "What a fucking mutt." The girls
with her, all from Jason's pack, laughed like it was the funniest
thing they had ever heard, even though she'd been hearing it since
kindergarten. Bitches.
Acting like she hadn't heard, Cadence went
behind the counter and Jake happened to have his back turned to
her, and she took the opportunity to grab the ball bat stashed
underneath and hop over the counter. She heard three different men
- Jake, Chris, and Jason – say almost simultaneously, "Oh
shit!”
Slamming the bat down in the middle of the
table so that the wood split with the force and their drinks
spilled, she grabbed that bitch Lindy by her hair and snatched her
off her seat. "I am so fucking tired," Cadence said, dragging her
behind her through the bar as both Chris and Jason scrambled
towards her, "of hearing that snarky little mouth of yours with
your mutt-this and mutt-that." Cadence tossed her against the wall
by the exit where she crumbled to the floor in a heap, kicked the
door open, grabbed her by her neck and shoved her through.
Lindy stumbled on her hooker heels on
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