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comes first. He'll drop you in a hot minute if it brings
heat to Lionsgate."
Ouch,
blunt, even for Sterling, and delivered in that snooty British accent it might
have stung if Logan had not taken immediate exception.
"You
know shit about me or Lionsgate if you think we don't take heat." He
growled, and Xena could feel the anger vibrating off him. She had seen him
mad. Now he was pissed.
Xena
stepped back so that she was firmly pressed along that length and spoke before
he could go for Sterling’s throat, which is what it sounded like he wanted to
do.
"So
who had the information?” She asked, trying to stave off the bloodshed.
Sterling
had gone still, clearly knowing he had crossed a line. He studied them both.
Her pressed against Logan, his hands at her hips, and his eyes she knew were
sparking wolf gold and predatory on the other man over her head. Oh, yeah,
Logan was pissed. Sterling looked thoughtfully at them both. But he finally
answered. "Myself, my secretary, and perhaps a few others. Not
many."
At the
mention of his secretary, Xena felt her hackles rise. "How is Margarete
these days? She ever mention me fondly?"
Sterling
shook his head. "You mean since you broke her arm for trying to do her
job?" he answered dryly. "Repeatedly."
Feeling
his eyes on her, she looked up and shrugged at Logan. "Her job my ass,
bitch dug those claws in deep." Then she smiled with a lot of teeth, her
tone overly bright. "We're like b.f.f.'s."
Sterling
snorted.
"Any
chance this Margarete is the leak?" Logan asked, the humor flowing in and
out of his eyes just as fast.
"She's
my first choice." Xena thought of the myriad of possibilities if
Margarete was truly that stupid. "But that might just be because it means
I can twist her Barbie head right off if she is."
"Hopefully
it won't come to that." Sterling muttered, then cleared his throat.
"I'll find the leak. My office; my job. You lay low and off radar until
I have this handled." Xena said not a word, and neither did Logan. They
had no intention of leaving this to Sterling, but he did not need to know that.
Then the
old man looked shrewdly between them once again. "I assume some
congratulations are in order?"
Xena
blinked at him stupidly. "Huh?"
"I
may be an old wolf, my dear," he said, the humor coming back into his
eyes. "But I remember what a true mating looks like. And it's hard to
miss with an Alpha pair, even a mixed one."
Xena
kept her eyes front and center, and answered as mildly as she could. "I
haven't made any decisions one way or the other about that yet. It might not
happen."
This time
Sterling outright laughed at her. To her face. "You keep telling
yourself that my dear. If it makes you feel better."
For some
reason Logan found that hilarious if the way his body silently laughed against
her was any indication.
Damn
it. While it felt
good to make the serious wolf laugh when he seemed to do it so rarely, it did
not feel so good when she knew he was laughing at her expense. Not to mention,
Sterling was intuitive and saw much, but how the fuck did he recognize a
connection that had not happened yet when they were only shortly in the room,
and barely spoke to each other?
Not a
good sign. At all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lionsgate
was different from what she expected. Lions were known for ostentation, and
while this place was clearly on the ‘well to do’ side of the classes, there was
more comfort than showmanship, which Xena liked, a lot. A mix of old and new
the sprawling rambler of a house was all one story and spread out in brick and
glass. There was a cobblestone inner courtyard and covered breezeways that
connected what was actually three separate units. Vintage iron accents and old
antique doors gave the patinated brick building a historic look and blended the
entirety of it seamlessly together. The many gleaming windows gave it a modern
look despite the old world
heat to Lionsgate."
Ouch,
blunt, even for Sterling, and delivered in that snooty British accent it might
have stung if Logan had not taken immediate exception.
"You
know shit about me or Lionsgate if you think we don't take heat." He
growled, and Xena could feel the anger vibrating off him. She had seen him
mad. Now he was pissed.
Xena
stepped back so that she was firmly pressed along that length and spoke before
he could go for Sterling’s throat, which is what it sounded like he wanted to
do.
"So
who had the information?” She asked, trying to stave off the bloodshed.
Sterling
had gone still, clearly knowing he had crossed a line. He studied them both.
Her pressed against Logan, his hands at her hips, and his eyes she knew were
sparking wolf gold and predatory on the other man over her head. Oh, yeah,
Logan was pissed. Sterling looked thoughtfully at them both. But he finally
answered. "Myself, my secretary, and perhaps a few others. Not
many."
At the
mention of his secretary, Xena felt her hackles rise. "How is Margarete
these days? She ever mention me fondly?"
Sterling
shook his head. "You mean since you broke her arm for trying to do her
job?" he answered dryly. "Repeatedly."
Feeling
his eyes on her, she looked up and shrugged at Logan. "Her job my ass,
bitch dug those claws in deep." Then she smiled with a lot of teeth, her
tone overly bright. "We're like b.f.f.'s."
Sterling
snorted.
"Any
chance this Margarete is the leak?" Logan asked, the humor flowing in and
out of his eyes just as fast.
"She's
my first choice." Xena thought of the myriad of possibilities if
Margarete was truly that stupid. "But that might just be because it means
I can twist her Barbie head right off if she is."
"Hopefully
it won't come to that." Sterling muttered, then cleared his throat.
"I'll find the leak. My office; my job. You lay low and off radar until
I have this handled." Xena said not a word, and neither did Logan. They
had no intention of leaving this to Sterling, but he did not need to know that.
Then the
old man looked shrewdly between them once again. "I assume some
congratulations are in order?"
Xena
blinked at him stupidly. "Huh?"
"I
may be an old wolf, my dear," he said, the humor coming back into his
eyes. "But I remember what a true mating looks like. And it's hard to
miss with an Alpha pair, even a mixed one."
Xena
kept her eyes front and center, and answered as mildly as she could. "I
haven't made any decisions one way or the other about that yet. It might not
happen."
This time
Sterling outright laughed at her. To her face. "You keep telling
yourself that my dear. If it makes you feel better."
For some
reason Logan found that hilarious if the way his body silently laughed against
her was any indication.
Damn
it. While it felt
good to make the serious wolf laugh when he seemed to do it so rarely, it did
not feel so good when she knew he was laughing at her expense. Not to mention,
Sterling was intuitive and saw much, but how the fuck did he recognize a
connection that had not happened yet when they were only shortly in the room,
and barely spoke to each other?
Not a
good sign. At all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lionsgate
was different from what she expected. Lions were known for ostentation, and
while this place was clearly on the ‘well to do’ side of the classes, there was
more comfort than showmanship, which Xena liked, a lot. A mix of old and new
the sprawling rambler of a house was all one story and spread out in brick and
glass. There was a cobblestone inner courtyard and covered breezeways that
connected what was actually three separate units. Vintage iron accents and old
antique doors gave the patinated brick building a historic look and blended the
entirety of it seamlessly together. The many gleaming windows gave it a modern
look despite the old world
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