Cass and Molly nodded as I stood, straightening my hair while walking slowly to the door. From the hallway, I could see Brock through the small four glass squares in Gran’s door. I waved casually, as if nothing was wrong, and heard him growl.
Opening the door, I smiled easily. “Oh, hey.”
“Oh, hey?” he boomed and stepped into my house, closing the door behind him. He ran his eyes up and down my body, settling on my stomach. “You got into a brawl at a vampire seethe and ‘Oh hey’ is how you greet me?”
I sighed. I was way too tired for this shit. What time was it, anyway? I needed sleep, and I needed to process Molly’s kitsune bomb drop. I still wasn’t sure she was right. That sounded a little too crazy, even for me. Though what else would explain the two-tail phenomenon?
“The siren arrest didn’t go as planned. We all got out okay though. I’m uninjured, and all is well.”
I wasn’t lying. Technically, I was no longer injured.
He took a few deep breaths, but they didn’t seem to calm him nearly enough. “Look, I know you love your job and all, but I’m prepared to offer you a full-time job with the pack. I’ll pay you whatever salary you want, if you’ll just stay home.”
That was the last thing I expected him to say, I laughed. “I told you I wasn’t a kept woman, Brock. I earn my way.”
The veins in his neck twitched. I hated that it made him somehow sexier, prompting memories of how passionate he was about everything that involved me. “You’ll be working,” he reiterated, and I forced my mind to behave.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh really. Doing what, exactly?”
The alpha crossed his arms, facing off with me. “My construction company needs a new marketing girl. You can work from home.”
Cass snickered from the couch, and I grinned. “Marketing girl… that’s cute. No thanks.”
The wolf’s jaw twitched. “What exactly happened tonight?”
I groaned inwardly. I didn’t have the energy for this conversation. “A lot of shit that I’m too exhausted to talk about. Your baby mama needs sleep, so let’s catch up tomorrow.”
His lips curled when I said “baby mama” and again his eyes went to my stomach. “Well, I’m not leaving you alone here knowing that you’ve pissed off the local vampire seethe, and that siren is still on the loose. Can I crash on your couch?”
My heart melted into a puddle; I nearly visibly swooned. Big bad alpha of the Wild Hunter Pack was going to sleep on Gran’s old springy couch just to protect me?
“Fine,” I said, working to keep the emotion from showing on my face.
Cass whistled low. “Well, I’m off to bed. I’ll sleep in Gran’s room. I like to snoop through her witchy shit anyway.”
With a smile, I wished him goodnight as he meandered down the hall in his little bootie shorts, and slipped into Gran’s room. He’d already stripped her bed of its flowery linens, and set it up in his own personal style—purple silk sheets and a reflective gold comforter. Gran would actually love that he’d taken over her room. She loved him like family. Every time she’d visited us in LA, they’d both ended up drunk, singing oldies while walking down Hollywood Boulevard.
My gaze went to Molly. “There’s a loft upstairs with my Gran’s spell books and stuff, but the chaise lounge is super comfy.”
“Sounds good. Night y’all.” She winked at me as she passed.
I stood there alone with Brock, our bodies inches from each other, and I remembered I wasn’t wearing any underwear. The mere thought of our night of passion, made heat pulse in my lady bits.
Brock grinned.
Fucker.Werewolves could smell desire. An ex had told me so.
“Night,” I finally muttered to Molly and spun around.
Brock’s arm snaked out gently, catching my wrist. “When is the last time you ate?”
At the mention of food, my stomach growled and I remembered that I’d just shifted. Shifting consumed massive amounts of calories. As did werewolf babies.
“I can’t remember,” I admitted.
“Wrong answer.” He side-stepped me and went into the kitchen, opening the fridge to peer inside.
“You want a cheese omelet or a turkey sandwich? Those are about the only two things I can make well.” He peered at me from behind the open door and my stomach growled again, my mouth actually salivating at his question.
