“Very well then.When the hibernation is over, we’ll help you find a new position,” Fenrir said just before he exited the car.
“You can do that?”Summer asked as she followed him.
Fenrir smiled at his mate before pulling her in for a quick hug.“I amKonungr.I can do anything I want to help and protect my family.”
Chapter Eight
Hours later, when theyfinally returned to the building Fenrir and his tribe lived in, Summer was ready for a nap, but only if Fenrir joined her in the bed.Being near Fenrir and having him touch her in the most circumspect of manners as they shopped for food, clothes, and other treats that Fenrir decided she had to have had her entire body buzzing with need for him.He’d even treated them to lunch at an upscale bistro she’d always wanted to try but had never had the money for.
She was glad Vincent had joined them for the shopping because she never knew what looked good on her.All she cared about was whether or not it felt right.Between the two men, she found herself the owner of a dozen new outfits that felt soft and not scratchy against her skin, but looked wonderful on her.
Entering the building, she was surprised to see a half-dozen people lined up against the wall.They all looked nervous.She knew Fenrir had texted one or two of them on the way back.But what were the others here for?
When Fenrir entered the lobby, they all bent in a bow until Fenrir waved a hand, which seemed to release them.It was only then that Summer wondered if she was supposed to curtsey or bow or something.She’d have to ask Fenrir.
Later.
Once he acknowledged them, the first man in line stepped forward.He was only a few inches taller than she was and scrawny, with his jet-black hair slicked back from his face.He fit perfectly the Hollywood image of Renfield, the vampire’s assistant in all those horror movies.
He held an open notebook and looked more put out than nervous as he moved to stand beside Fenrir.
“Where have you been,Konungr?There are many issues that need your attention before the sunset.”
Fenrir growled low in his throat before he took a deep breath and released it in a whoosh.“Go to the end of the line, Amos, and let me deal with everyone else first.Otherwise, I’ll never get through everyone.”
Summer coughed into her hand to cover up a giggle as the little man grunted and marched down the line to the other end.She elbowed Vincent when he burst out laughing.Then she noticed Fenrir’s lips twitching, and everyone else waiting for his attention was also fighting back laughter.
The next man in line was built like a bear and wearing loose black pants and the red jacket of a chef.He bobbed his head briefly then waited for Fenrir to acknowledge him.
“What can I do for you, Chef Marco?”
“Please,Konungr, tell me what I’m supposed to do with those three pups you sent to me last night?They’re constantly fighting and not only is their roughhousing breaking plates, glasses, and serving dishes, they’ve sent two of my assistants to the infirmary with injuries.”
Fenrir frowned, but before he could order some kind of harsh punishment, Summer patted his arm.
“Can I offer a suggestion?”she asked softly.
