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Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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fuming.
Sprinkles was curled up on a little dog bed next to her desk. When he looked up at her and cocked his head, she thought his gaze was fairly accusatory.
“Fine.” She scowled at him. “You’re right. I should have listened to you.”
* * * * *
“There’s a couple of things we need to talk about,” Gillian said as Zane handed her a motorcycle helmet. She was wearing a jacket, jeans and boots as he’d instructed her.
“After we get where we’re going.”
She climbed onto the back of the bike behind him and settled in, arms looped around his waist. She’d never ridden on a motorcycle before. It was thrilling to hear him rev the motor and feel the vibration between her legs. Even more thrilling was the feeling of having her arms wrapped around him, pressing up against his broad muscular back.
At first, she was tense and she clung to him for dear life, but he stuck to rural roads with little traffic, and she found herself relaxing and settling against his back. The wind whipped her hair and she snuggled up to him and breathed in his scent.
It felt as if the bike was part of him, moving as gracefully as he did, leaning into the curves, racing eagerly down straight stretches of road.
They finally arrived at a small diner near the outskirts of town. It was next to a gas station, a convenience store and a garage.
“That’s where I work,” Zane said, pointing at the garage.
Rex and Tara were there at the diner, along with half a dozen other shifters from the shop where he worked, and their girlfriends, but they were just about to head out. She stood and chatted with them while Zane ordered dinner.
The shop was located on the edge of a small lake, and there were picnic tables in the back. They sat at a table and she ate her hot dogs and fries and then licked ketchup off her fingers. Then she looked at Zane, who was watching her with amusement.
“Shut up. Do as I say, not as I do,” she said sternly. “You are not allowed to do that on a date, ever.”
He scoffed. “I’ll try to remember that, thanks.”
“All right, there are a couple of things we need to go over,” she said. “First of all, I assume that Cecily and Hubert told you they want you to have lunch with Tiffany Charles on Saturday.”
“Who?”
“Tiffany Charles, the bear shifter they want you to mate with?”
He shrugged and wiped his fingers on a napkin. “Whatever. I don’t answer Cecily or Hubert’s calls most of the time.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like them.”
“Well, that’s…honest.” She met his gaze. “I mean, though, they are your family and all that.”
He shrugged. “Didn’t grow up with them. My parents were my family. My parents didn’t like them either.”
That took her aback. She wondered if he was being a bit harsh on them. Granted, they were awful people, but they were his only family. Cecily and Hubert had been among the searchers who’d rushed out to the cabin as soon as they realized that Zane and his parents were missing; she’d read that in the news article. That had to count for something; the two of them were the ultimate city shifters, and yet they’d been willing to tramp around in the woods for days trying to find their family.
“What about the rest of your clan?” she asked.
“There were a few decent ones. After my parents died and Hubert took over, they scattered around the country, joined new clans.”
“Anyway,” she resumed. “The lunch on Saturday. Noon. Are…are you okay with it?”
“Are you okay with it?” he echoed.
“Are you making fun of me?” she asked.
“No. I’m asking you a question.”
“Well…” She paused, trying to think of how to answer that question. She didn’t want to lie to Zane, and she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to put anything past him anyway. “I mean…not really. I just, uh…” She didn’t want to openly bash Tiffany. It wasn’t her place to do that, or to make his decisions for him.
“I don’t like
Sprinkles was curled up on a little dog bed next to her desk. When he looked up at her and cocked his head, she thought his gaze was fairly accusatory.
“Fine.” She scowled at him. “You’re right. I should have listened to you.”
* * * * *
“There’s a couple of things we need to talk about,” Gillian said as Zane handed her a motorcycle helmet. She was wearing a jacket, jeans and boots as he’d instructed her.
“After we get where we’re going.”
She climbed onto the back of the bike behind him and settled in, arms looped around his waist. She’d never ridden on a motorcycle before. It was thrilling to hear him rev the motor and feel the vibration between her legs. Even more thrilling was the feeling of having her arms wrapped around him, pressing up against his broad muscular back.
At first, she was tense and she clung to him for dear life, but he stuck to rural roads with little traffic, and she found herself relaxing and settling against his back. The wind whipped her hair and she snuggled up to him and breathed in his scent.
It felt as if the bike was part of him, moving as gracefully as he did, leaning into the curves, racing eagerly down straight stretches of road.
They finally arrived at a small diner near the outskirts of town. It was next to a gas station, a convenience store and a garage.
“That’s where I work,” Zane said, pointing at the garage.
Rex and Tara were there at the diner, along with half a dozen other shifters from the shop where he worked, and their girlfriends, but they were just about to head out. She stood and chatted with them while Zane ordered dinner.
The shop was located on the edge of a small lake, and there were picnic tables in the back. They sat at a table and she ate her hot dogs and fries and then licked ketchup off her fingers. Then she looked at Zane, who was watching her with amusement.
“Shut up. Do as I say, not as I do,” she said sternly. “You are not allowed to do that on a date, ever.”
He scoffed. “I’ll try to remember that, thanks.”
“All right, there are a couple of things we need to go over,” she said. “First of all, I assume that Cecily and Hubert told you they want you to have lunch with Tiffany Charles on Saturday.”
“Who?”
“Tiffany Charles, the bear shifter they want you to mate with?”
He shrugged and wiped his fingers on a napkin. “Whatever. I don’t answer Cecily or Hubert’s calls most of the time.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like them.”
“Well, that’s…honest.” She met his gaze. “I mean, though, they are your family and all that.”
He shrugged. “Didn’t grow up with them. My parents were my family. My parents didn’t like them either.”
That took her aback. She wondered if he was being a bit harsh on them. Granted, they were awful people, but they were his only family. Cecily and Hubert had been among the searchers who’d rushed out to the cabin as soon as they realized that Zane and his parents were missing; she’d read that in the news article. That had to count for something; the two of them were the ultimate city shifters, and yet they’d been willing to tramp around in the woods for days trying to find their family.
“What about the rest of your clan?” she asked.
“There were a few decent ones. After my parents died and Hubert took over, they scattered around the country, joined new clans.”
“Anyway,” she resumed. “The lunch on Saturday. Noon. Are…are you okay with it?”
“Are you okay with it?” he echoed.
“Are you making fun of me?” she asked.
“No. I’m asking you a question.”
“Well…” She paused, trying to think of how to answer that question. She didn’t want to lie to Zane, and she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to put anything past him anyway. “I mean…not really. I just, uh…” She didn’t want to openly bash Tiffany. It wasn’t her place to do that, or to make his decisions for him.
“I don’t like
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