“What? It’s foolproof! He’s a werewolf, and no one can resist this hot, nubile body.”
“You don’t even know what that word means.” I gave him one last groan before disappearing inside.
Chapter 18
Aftermath
Atrembling, window-shaped beam of light sat low on the wall. I’d finally gotten to sleep at around four in the morning, but the maple scent of breakfast lured me all the way awake as dishes clanked down the hall.
I threw off the covers and hurried toward the kitchen, only to be stopped by Adam, who sat at the dining room table, his eyes wide as if he’d just seen a dead body.
“And then, the key to a perfect flapjack is to flip it in the pan,” Roscoe instructed as metal gently clapped against metal.
“Are you teaching Austin to up his pancake game?” I asked, strutting into the kitchen, only to lock up when I saw the mayor glaring at the other werewolf with his arms crossed.
Roscoe removed the pan from the stove and turned around with a huge grin. “G’mornin’ sweetheart. Was just teachin’ yer majesty here how to make a good southern breakfast.”
Mosavi groaned in disgust as he made his way out of the kitchen, brushing past me. It looked like he hadn’t changed his clothes since last night, but his jacket was missing and his nice white dress shirt had been ripped in multiple places. After a moment, the back door opened before clicking shut.
“Someone explain what the hell is going on,” I said, turning back to Roscoe who was pouring more batter onto the pan. “I thought you guys were in jail. Where’s Austin?”
“Sleepin’. We had a rough night.”
“Yeah, so did I, and I’m way too exhausted to start yelling at you right now, by the way. I’ll save that for later.”
“Aw, don’t be mad. I’m makin’ us all a good old-fashioned breakfast.” He pointed to the fluffy biscuits cooling in a rectangular pan. “I had to use all the Crisco for those, so we’ll have to postpone the ass play.”
“Funny.” I picked up one of the biscuits. It weighed a lot more than it should have. “Dude. You used an entire can of shortening? There are only eight of these things.”
“Yup. Gramma used to say they’d give you ‘the itis’ if you ate more than one.” He tossed a quick glance at the entrance before lowering his voice. “Make sure ‘ol grumpy ass gets two.”
“What is he doing here, anyway?” I whispered.
Roscoe shrugged. “All I know is I ain’t behind bars, and he’s not doin’ angry kinky shit to me anymore.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh boy, when you left, that’s when the weird shit happened. You know, if I was into bondage, it might have been fun.” He let out a high-pitched whimper. “I ain’t gonna be havin’ sex for a day or two. Hope you don’t mind.”
“What the hell did he do to you guys?”
“It’s kinda embarrassing.” He grabbed my hand and moved it over something metallic hidden in his crotch fluff. “Austin’s got one, too. And he said we ain’t allowed out of our cages until we behave. Not like I can argue with an elder.”
I couldn’t help but give Mosavi props. This was a rather effective way to get a werewolf under control rather than keeping him in jail.
“Did you just smile?” Roscoe asked. “This ain’t fuckin’ funny.”
“Of course not. This is just awful,” I replied, feigning concern.
“This affects you too, ya know.”
“Well, it’s a good thing there are plenty of other werewolves in town that don’t have their junk locked away.”
Roscoe didn’t respond. He just stood there, mouth wide open and glaring at me.
The coffee caught my eye, and I grabbed a mug before changing the subject. “Something tells me I’m gonna need the whole pot.” I glanced at the microwave clock. “Damn, it’s almost noon? I thought it was ten.”
Roscoe resumed his cooking, pouring scrambled eggs into the frying pan. “He don’t like talking to me. It freaks me out when he just stands there starin’, so I got nervous and started explaining how to cook breakfast.”
