“They’re looking for Doug. It appears he’s not dead. Probably injured though.” Dustin flips the chicken.
A grin lifts my cheeks. “You put hot sauce on half the batch.”
He wraps his injured arm around my waist and winces. “I know what you love, Harper.”
“I miss this.” I move away and grab two plates out of the cabinet.
“Harper, I can handle everything. Have a seat.”
“Dustin, as soon as your done cooking go back to bed.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I open the fridge and grab a bottle of white wine. Maybe the wine will calm my body for my upcoming heat.
Dustin prepares our plates.
“Did you tell me the whole story last night?”
“No, because a murder took place. But I’ll tell you about the Wolves.”
I listen intently while I devour my bacon wrapped asparagus, gourmet chicken wings, and twice baked potatoes.
Dustin can cook his ass off. He knows amazing food is the way to my heart. So slick.
“Wait did I hear you correctly? You guys have killed people?”
“Yes. Bad people. Very bad people.” He bites into his chicken dunked in ranch sauce.
“I’m giving you the cliff notes version.”
“I saw you guys last week. The pledges were walking on coals. It looked like hazing.”
“This isn’t a fraternity. They have to prove they’re willing to go to hell and back for the Wolves.”
I had no idea the guys would be involved in such a dangerous secret world.
“Leave the dishes in the sink. I’m going to shower. Come to my room. We’ll watch a movie.”
“Yeah,” I smile. “I’ll be up in a moment.”
While I load the dishwasher, I drink another glass of wine. Will their secret world bleed into our life again down the line?
I go to my room to floss and brush my teeth when my pheromones swirl around the bathroom. “Oh shit.”
As much as I want to go to Dustin’s room to watch a movie I don’t think I can. I need my nest. Climbing into bed, I peel off my socks, jeans, and t-shirt. I toss them on the nearby chair. Damn, I should’ve brought the bottle of wine to my room.
I grab the remote and flip on one of my favorite shows. Grabbing up all my blankets, I lay in them like a cocoon. “Need nest,” I murmur.
The soft fabric brings me some comfort.
“Harper,” Dustin calls out.
“I’m in here,” I whisper.
I feel the bed dip a little under his weight. “What’s wrong?”
He peels back the layers until he finds my face. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
