He is my blood.My pack.
He is also the one person in my life who I believe I could say anything to without fear of judgment.Not that I experiment with that.But the knowledge of the freedom provided by that connection still exists.
Do I love him?
Of course I do.
Intrigued despite myself, I nod.
“As you should.”Her satisfied grin gives me the sense I would’ve gotten chastised if I had answered any other way.“Warner deserves your love.And he deserves to be treated with respect, doesn’t he?”
For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like a wolf.
Instead, I sympathize with a rabbit, slowly being led into a trap.
Still, I nod.
“Exactly.So, when this wonderful man, deserving of respect, who you love dearly”—her addition of words has me suppressing a reluctant smile—“is wronged by someone, he is unequivocally owed an apology.Wouldn’t you agree?”
Something has me hooked, and I wonder what her conclusion to these questions will be.I’m already caught up in the snare, dangling helpless from a branch.
I nod.
“Good.To review, we’ve established that you love your brother.If he is wronged, you believe he deserves an apology.And that you know where he is at this very moment.Have I got that all right?”
The truth would be easy enough to give, but for some reason, I feel like this woman has tricked me into revealing valuable information.
Still, I don’t lie if I can help it, and I can’t imagine any way another nod would put me at a disadvantage.So, once again, I tilt my chin.
“Perfect.Now, I must admit, with a great deal of chagrin, thatIhave wronged Warner.And by our previously established logic, you would be betraying your morals and the love you have for your brother by not telling me where he is.Because if I don’t know where he is, I cannot apologize.And Warnerdeservesan apology.”
I was right.She is trickier than a fox.
Zoey Gunner hasn’t even bothered to ask me to point her in the direction of my brother.She’s simply explained why I am going to.
If she had asked, I could’ve said no.But now, that would only make me look like an ass.
Plus, I think I can see why Warner is fascinated with this woman.
He might have some competition if he doesn’t put a more permanent version of his scent on her soon.
We stare at each other, the stalemate only breaking with the click of the gas pump to let me know my tank is full.
“Auto shop.Third Avenue.”I give her the answer like it pains me when, really, I’m not all that reluctant.
Warner is a grown man.I don’t need to protect him from intelligent women.He needs to learn to protect himself.
Zoey’s face settles into a grateful smile.“Thank you.I’ll let Warner know what a devoted brother he has.”
“Don’t do that,” I respond too quickly, already hearing the relentless teasing Warner would subject me to if he found out the circles this woman talked around me.
She shakes her head with a smirk.“Brothers.All right.I’ll keep your secret.But only because you were helpful.”
I watch her peer around until her eyes alight on the street signs.
Zoey offers me a nod of her own, which I pick up a slight teasing edge to.
Guess I did nod at her a lot.
