attention to the way her jeans cupped her round ass. An inch or two taler than Vicki, she was even curvier and totaly appealing. Fuck.
Others had noticed, as wel. She was colecting interested looks from the entire male population of the bar, even Daonain. But, true to form, humans started the trouble.
Drunk, human, and male speled pain in the ass , and the center table held four PITAs.
One latched onto Bree’s arm tightly enough she couldn’t jerk away without spiling the drinks. Another had the effrontery to grab her ass.
Taler than everyone in the room, Zeb had a clear view.
He started to push his way through the crowd.
She scowled and snapped something, but the human males only laughed. And then, she pivoted and planted her foot into the ass-toucher’s stomach. Man and chair went over backwards, skidding a few feet until coming to rest against the adjacent table.
She hadn’t even spiled a drink.
She turned toward the other male. He snatched his hand from her arm. With a swing of her blonde hair, she moved away as if she’d never been stopped.
Fucking amazing. Zeb adjusted his jeans around a disconcerting hard-on and returned to the bar.
Calum was waiting for him. “Could you do me the favor of taking out the trash? Just the two. Politeness is not required.
taking out the trash? Just the two. Politeness is not required.
The others may stay.”
“With pleasure, Co—Calum.”
As he moved away, he heard Calum murmur, “I rather thought so…”
At the PITAs’ table, Zeb stopped beside the worm who’d grabbed Breanne’s arm.
“Yeah? What?” the human said.
Zeb bent and spoke quietly, “The owner says, ‘ leave .’ I really hope you stay.”
The guy was out the door before Zeb straightened. Wel, fuck. Talk about ruining his fun. The other human had regained his chair. Hand on his gut, he stil looked green.
Zeb’s lips twitched. Bree had some power in that kick.
One more piece of garbage to dispose of. He grabbed the asshole by his shirt colar and dragged him like a deer carcass across the room. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the trash out the door and paused to make sure he wouldn’t come back in. Apparently, the human had urgent business elsewhere. Pity.
Zeb glanced at the other two at the table. They held up their hands as if he’d drawn a pistol. So he nodded. When he returned to the bar, his spot was empty of encroachers.
Calum set a dark beer in front of him. “From Alec. And that was nice work. Thank you.” He’d returned to drawing drinks before Zeb processed what he’d said. It was fucking strange to be thanked for having a good time.
strange to be thanked for having a good time.
The beer was cold and malty, and somehow the tavern had taken on a pleasant atmosphere.
A few minutes later, Bree halted beside Zeb. After setting her tray on the bar, she grinned up at him, her eyes dancing with humor.
His breath stopped in his throat, and heat surged through him. The little female was deadly when she directed that smile at a male. For fuck’s sake, she’s human . He didn’t realize he’d frowned until she took a step back.
He tried not to let it hurt.
Then her chin rose, and she forced herself to regain the distance she’d retreated. Brave little female. Her lips curved up again as she said, “When Calum told me the garbage would be removed, I thought he meant bussing the tables.
Then I saw you—” Her laugh reminded him of bubbly water in a rocky creek.
“Anyway, thank you,” she finished.
Without thinking, he rubbed his knuckles down her cheek, and she stiled, staring at him like a sparrow spotting a bobcat. Damn. He set his hand back on the bar. “You handled the problem. I just did disposal.”
“Very neatly too.” Although her words were light, her expression had turned cautious. She watched his hand as if it might fly up and strike her.
“Little female.” He waited until her gaze met his. “You
“Little female.” He waited until her gaze met
Others had noticed, as wel. She was colecting interested looks from the entire male population of the bar, even Daonain. But, true to form, humans started the trouble.
Drunk, human, and male speled pain in the ass , and the center table held four PITAs.
One latched onto Bree’s arm tightly enough she couldn’t jerk away without spiling the drinks. Another had the effrontery to grab her ass.
Taler than everyone in the room, Zeb had a clear view.
He started to push his way through the crowd.
She scowled and snapped something, but the human males only laughed. And then, she pivoted and planted her foot into the ass-toucher’s stomach. Man and chair went over backwards, skidding a few feet until coming to rest against the adjacent table.
She hadn’t even spiled a drink.
She turned toward the other male. He snatched his hand from her arm. With a swing of her blonde hair, she moved away as if she’d never been stopped.
Fucking amazing. Zeb adjusted his jeans around a disconcerting hard-on and returned to the bar.
Calum was waiting for him. “Could you do me the favor of taking out the trash? Just the two. Politeness is not required.
taking out the trash? Just the two. Politeness is not required.
The others may stay.”
“With pleasure, Co—Calum.”
As he moved away, he heard Calum murmur, “I rather thought so…”
At the PITAs’ table, Zeb stopped beside the worm who’d grabbed Breanne’s arm.
“Yeah? What?” the human said.
Zeb bent and spoke quietly, “The owner says, ‘ leave .’ I really hope you stay.”
The guy was out the door before Zeb straightened. Wel, fuck. Talk about ruining his fun. The other human had regained his chair. Hand on his gut, he stil looked green.
Zeb’s lips twitched. Bree had some power in that kick.
One more piece of garbage to dispose of. He grabbed the asshole by his shirt colar and dragged him like a deer carcass across the room. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the trash out the door and paused to make sure he wouldn’t come back in. Apparently, the human had urgent business elsewhere. Pity.
Zeb glanced at the other two at the table. They held up their hands as if he’d drawn a pistol. So he nodded. When he returned to the bar, his spot was empty of encroachers.
Calum set a dark beer in front of him. “From Alec. And that was nice work. Thank you.” He’d returned to drawing drinks before Zeb processed what he’d said. It was fucking strange to be thanked for having a good time.
strange to be thanked for having a good time.
The beer was cold and malty, and somehow the tavern had taken on a pleasant atmosphere.
A few minutes later, Bree halted beside Zeb. After setting her tray on the bar, she grinned up at him, her eyes dancing with humor.
His breath stopped in his throat, and heat surged through him. The little female was deadly when she directed that smile at a male. For fuck’s sake, she’s human . He didn’t realize he’d frowned until she took a step back.
He tried not to let it hurt.
Then her chin rose, and she forced herself to regain the distance she’d retreated. Brave little female. Her lips curved up again as she said, “When Calum told me the garbage would be removed, I thought he meant bussing the tables.
Then I saw you—” Her laugh reminded him of bubbly water in a rocky creek.
“Anyway, thank you,” she finished.
Without thinking, he rubbed his knuckles down her cheek, and she stiled, staring at him like a sparrow spotting a bobcat. Damn. He set his hand back on the bar. “You handled the problem. I just did disposal.”
“Very neatly too.” Although her words were light, her expression had turned cautious. She watched his hand as if it might fly up and strike her.
“Little female.” He waited until her gaze met his. “You
“Little female.” He waited until her gaze met
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