Dax set his axe aside. “Sort of. How did you know?”
“Your face. You look like a love-struck cub.”
“Yeah, well.” Dax shrugged off the conversation. He didn’t really want to talk about this after all. Jett ran a hand through his thick, black hair and pierced Dax with violet-blue eyes.
“You think she’s your mate?”
Without a doubt. “Yes.”
Jett spread his hands wide as if he didn’t know what the problem was. “You’re a fucking bear, Dax. Deep down, you know how to get her to cooperate. What do male shifters resort to when their women are being stubborn?”
Dax shook his head. “That only works on shifter females. This one is human. She’ll kill me.”
Jett rolled his eyes and walked past him toward the house.
“Guess you’ll be one lonely son of a bitch like me, then.”
Dax softened at his brother’s words but doubt just multiplied. He couldn’t just... he’d never heard of a shifter doing that to a human woman. He couldn’t.
Could he?
Chapter Seven
Allie drowned her guiltwith a second glass of wine.
Her dad was on a “date” with Marybeth right now because of her little make out session with Dax. Every time she thought about it, Allie wanted to kick herself for being so dumb! Marybeth had made it very clear that Ben had to accompany her to dinner tonight if Allie wanted to keep her massive bakery order or she was giving it to Bella Blu.
The order she’d made bigger by adding fifty cherry almond pastries. Christ, MB and her blackmail.
It was getting late. She and Becks had spent the day fixing the last of the superficial raccoon damage, and aside from the claw marks in the wall, chewed up trim and the broken ceiling, the store was looking back to normal. Dax had sent her a text that he’d bring her a quote on the repair costs soon. She was ready to get back on schedule and open up her damn store. Trying to ignore what she and Dax had done, she sterilized the entire kitchen and all it’s contents, getting it ready to produce baked goods for sale.
Allie laid each recipe out on the counter and started writing an ingredients list. Nothing could be made too far ahead of time, but she could get all the prep work done so the baking could begin two nights before Marybeth’s party. She’d have to bring one of her staff back, including Becks, and probably her dad, too, to get done in time.
Especially if Dax had been serious about his order.
She huffed a laugh. His order had been a tactic to get under Marybeth’s skin, that’s all. The way he stepped up for her was both impressive and annoying. She didn’t need him standing up for her, but on the other hand it was kind of nice. Dax wasn’t the kind to take shit from anyone, she could tell. She was very attracted to that. The dominance, the...what would you call it? Alpha attitude? Sure, he was cocky, but the primal feminine in her was satisfied with his dominate nature. She’d be protected by him, cared for.
