“Not paired up,” he deadpanned. Maybe some pretty blue and brown eyes. Maybe a burgundy beanie and leggings. He looked over his shoulder again, but the two ladies at the window table were getting up to leave. Pity. The human was interesting.
Delta was digging money out of her wallet for her iced tea, but he waved her off. “Go away, I can pay for your two-dollar disgusting tea.”
Delta hugged his neck and pushed him back to arms’ length, then made this annoying squealing sound. “Nathan will be so happy you aren’t trying to bone me.”
Dodger’s eye twitched. Gross.
Delta waved to Rude Server as she left. She didn’t even use her middle finger. Nice people were weird.
He was cool with giving the bartender a huge tip just to prove a point to Rude Server, but he didn’t feel like eating hereanymore. “Hey man, can I go ahead and pay out? I need to get back to work too.”
“You’re good,” he said, nodding to the hundred-dollar bill still sitting on the bar top. “That’s way too much.”
“Nah.” Dodger stood and pulled the neck of his T-shirt away. The fabric felt too tight on his throat when he was in close quarters like this. “Rub it in the other one’s face a little though, will you?”
He snorted. “Will do. Name’s Byron. Ask for me next time. I don’t have a problem with werewolves.”
Dodger nodded and left. The table by the window was empty, and when he made it outside, he looked around to see if he could find the pretty human and her mom, but the sidewalk was empty.
It was probably for the best.
Werewolves and humans did not mix.
Chapter Two
Destiny Young watched the werewolf stride out of Copper’s. Even from where she waited for Mom to unlock her car, the man’s eyes were bright glowing blue, and completely unnatural.
He was the most striking man she’d ever seen.
“We could’ve waited for him,” her mom said from where she dug around her purse on the other side of the car. They were parked on the street, but there weren’t any cars coming right now.
“He didn’t want to talk,” Destiny pointed out.
“He bought you a beer.”
“He bought you a beer too. What is taking so long?” she asked, rubbing her hands together. It was freezing in Coeur d’Alene today.
She tracked the werewolf as he jogged across the street. He had to be six foot five at least.
“You can’t stop looking at him,” Mom pointed out.
“Mother,” she gritted out. “Find your keys, woman, before we get frostbite.”
“I just can’t seem to find them. Heyoo!” she called.
The werewolf froze, his hand on the handle of a giant truck, and his eyes drifted right to her mom, and then to Destiny.
“Mom,” she ground out.
“My daughter just wanted to thank you again for the beer. We will be here tomorrow night at eight pm to have another one of the exact same beers you bought us, because they were delicious.”
“I’m so sorry,” Destiny called to him, her cheeks on fire.
A smile flashed across his face for just a split second before he yanked his truck door open and climbed inside. The engineroared to life, and Destiny stood there frozen as he pulled out onto the road and drove past them without looking over.
“Mom,” she gritted out. “Why?”
“Because you will never move on if I don’t push you.”
