I didn’t care how excited they’d all been for the wedding, I shouldn’t have been the only fucking sober person in the whole pack. I’d been traveling nonstop and hadn’t slept in two days and I was beyond tired.
“Well, that’s an issue I hadn’t anticipated.” Frowning, he actually started looking like a math teacher as he crossed his arms over his chest and began pacing across the front of the store. “Plan B. That’s okay. I’m very intelligent.”
That was yet to be seen, but I wasn’t supposed to say anything rude.
For some reason I chased off customers when Dietrick didn’t…which made him an even bigger asshole.
My possible shoplifter turned and gave me a hopeful smile. “You wouldn’t be willing to give me his number, would you?”
“No.”
His sigh said he’d been expecting that answer. “I thought so.”
Then why had he asked?
What was he doing?
Could it possibly be pack business?
What had they been doing while I’d been gone?
Dietrick was way too old to be chasing a human this guy’s age and I couldn’t think of anything else they’d have in common. The human said he was a math teacher? No, that wasn’t helpful either. Dietrick didn’t even have any grandkids in the right age range.
“I’ve known him for a long time, so if you let me know what the problem is, I might be able to help.” At the very least I’d be able to point him in the right direction. “What did he do?”
“Nothing.” Swallowing hard, the odd little human straightened again and slowly moved to place himself closer to the door. There wasn’t a subtle bone in his entire body, but he wasn’t a physical threat to me, so I wasn’t worried.
Just confused and grumpy.
Not a single fucking break all day.
Someone was—
“I can do this.” He might’ve been talking to himself, but I nodded anyway because it seemed to be the only way to get through the conversation. “I’m Dorian. I know. It’s not a very math teacher kind of name but I didn’t pick it out.”
How was that relevant?
“Braun.”
He blinked a few times, making me wonder what he was thinking.
“I’m going to stay on track.” Yep, I was still wondering what was going on upstairs. “I promise I’m not insane, but I need to ask if his growling tendences are something that you’re…aware of. I just can’t tell the difference between your…your different types. I’m sorry.”
He seemed to think that made sense but kept rambling as I gave him a confused glare. “It’s really not my business. To each their own. I’m very openminded, though, but I’ve made a new friend who could use some help and he’s…he’s of the growling persuasion.”
What the fuck?
Growling persuasion?
Oh.
Growling.
Wait.
Did he know about wolves or did he think Dietrick was kinky?
Fucking hell. Humans made everything more complicated than necessary.
