Werewolf in Seattle: A Wild About You Novel by Vicki Thompson Page B
Authors: Vicki Thompson
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tonight’s dinner because she felt more sophisticated when she wore it. Geraldine had taken her to Seattle one memorable day many months ago, and had insisted on buying her clothes she never could have afforded on her own. After protesting that she couldn’t accept, Luna had relented when Geraldine admitted she’d always wanted a daughter to shop for.
The ivory dress had been Geraldine’s favorite. As Luna hung it in the closet, she had a strange thought. Could Geraldine have left Whittier House to Colin in hopes that he and Luna were destined to be mated? Surely not. Geraldine knew that Luna had found security on Le Floret, and Colin had obligations in Scotland.
So perhaps Geraldine hadn’t meant them to be bonded for life, but she
might
have thought Colin wouldbe the perfect Were to teach Luna about sex. Although Luna had never spoken of such things with Geraldine, anyone with Geraldine’s powers of observation would have guessed that Luna was lacking in her knowledge of males.
But it was self-centered and ridiculous to think that Geraldine had willed her entire estate to Colin for Luna’s sake. Wishful thinking, too. She’d spent her life dreaming that someone, somewhere, would fill the void left by her mother. Geraldine had done that for a brief time, but imagining that Geraldine had organized her will to create a meeting between Colin and Luna was not realistic.
Pulling on her jeans and a dark green sweatshirt, Luna shoved her feet into a pair of loafers and left her room. Across the hall, the door to Geraldine’s old room was closed. Luna felt a pang as she imagined cleaning it out and making it ready for paying guests. But it was a wonderful room with a balcony and a view of the water, so leaving it as a shrine to Geraldine was not a sound business decision.
Luna was determined to make sound business decisions and justify Colin’s faith in her. But the rest of this particular night wasn’t about business. Whether Geraldine had envisioned a relationship between Colin and Luna or not, she’d set the wheels in motion for them to meet. Luna couldn’t shake the feeling that Geraldine would have wanted them to be friends, at the very least.
Luna hadn’t had many friends in her life. As she took the long walk from her bedroom to Colin’s, she went over the short list. First was Cecily, a girl she’d met as a child in New Orleans. Luna had abandoned any hope of staying friends with Cecily after the first shift happened. As a runaway teen, she’d had superficial connections with people and Weres, but nothing lasting.
Coming to Le Floret a year ago had changed her life. Geraldine had welcomed her with open arms, and that had been enough of an endorsement for Janet, Sybil, and Dulcie to draw her into their tight circle. Now Luna counted all of them as dear friends.
Hector was the only Were on the island who hadn’t totally accepted her. She would have to deal with that now that they were all staying on the island.
She didn’t have to think about Hector tonight, however. Tonight she would stargaze with Colin MacDowell, Laird of Glenbarra. His door was open, but she knocked on the door frame anyway, because she felt odd simply wandering in. She didn’t see him anywhere in the astronomy-themed room.
She’d been here once, when Geraldine had taken her on a tour of Whittier House and had spent a great deal of time pointing out the details of this room. Luna had wondered why this paragon Geraldine obviously adored hadn’t come back to visit, but Geraldine had explained that he’d become responsible for the entire MacDowell pack and couldn’t get away. She’d seemed at peace with his absence, although a little wistful that she hadn’t seen him in fifteen years.
Hinges creaked, and Colin’s denim-covered legs emerged from the trapdoor at the top of the metal spiral staircase leading to the tower above.
“I’m here,” she called out.
“Good.” His accent made it sound like
gud
. “The scope is
The ivory dress had been Geraldine’s favorite. As Luna hung it in the closet, she had a strange thought. Could Geraldine have left Whittier House to Colin in hopes that he and Luna were destined to be mated? Surely not. Geraldine knew that Luna had found security on Le Floret, and Colin had obligations in Scotland.
So perhaps Geraldine hadn’t meant them to be bonded for life, but she
might
have thought Colin wouldbe the perfect Were to teach Luna about sex. Although Luna had never spoken of such things with Geraldine, anyone with Geraldine’s powers of observation would have guessed that Luna was lacking in her knowledge of males.
But it was self-centered and ridiculous to think that Geraldine had willed her entire estate to Colin for Luna’s sake. Wishful thinking, too. She’d spent her life dreaming that someone, somewhere, would fill the void left by her mother. Geraldine had done that for a brief time, but imagining that Geraldine had organized her will to create a meeting between Colin and Luna was not realistic.
Pulling on her jeans and a dark green sweatshirt, Luna shoved her feet into a pair of loafers and left her room. Across the hall, the door to Geraldine’s old room was closed. Luna felt a pang as she imagined cleaning it out and making it ready for paying guests. But it was a wonderful room with a balcony and a view of the water, so leaving it as a shrine to Geraldine was not a sound business decision.
Luna was determined to make sound business decisions and justify Colin’s faith in her. But the rest of this particular night wasn’t about business. Whether Geraldine had envisioned a relationship between Colin and Luna or not, she’d set the wheels in motion for them to meet. Luna couldn’t shake the feeling that Geraldine would have wanted them to be friends, at the very least.
Luna hadn’t had many friends in her life. As she took the long walk from her bedroom to Colin’s, she went over the short list. First was Cecily, a girl she’d met as a child in New Orleans. Luna had abandoned any hope of staying friends with Cecily after the first shift happened. As a runaway teen, she’d had superficial connections with people and Weres, but nothing lasting.
Coming to Le Floret a year ago had changed her life. Geraldine had welcomed her with open arms, and that had been enough of an endorsement for Janet, Sybil, and Dulcie to draw her into their tight circle. Now Luna counted all of them as dear friends.
Hector was the only Were on the island who hadn’t totally accepted her. She would have to deal with that now that they were all staying on the island.
She didn’t have to think about Hector tonight, however. Tonight she would stargaze with Colin MacDowell, Laird of Glenbarra. His door was open, but she knocked on the door frame anyway, because she felt odd simply wandering in. She didn’t see him anywhere in the astronomy-themed room.
She’d been here once, when Geraldine had taken her on a tour of Whittier House and had spent a great deal of time pointing out the details of this room. Luna had wondered why this paragon Geraldine obviously adored hadn’t come back to visit, but Geraldine had explained that he’d become responsible for the entire MacDowell pack and couldn’t get away. She’d seemed at peace with his absence, although a little wistful that she hadn’t seen him in fifteen years.
Hinges creaked, and Colin’s denim-covered legs emerged from the trapdoor at the top of the metal spiral staircase leading to the tower above.
“I’m here,” she called out.
“Good.” His accent made it sound like
gud
. “The scope is
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