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Silence suddenly filled the space between us. I thought she’d hung up, until she cleared her throat and started speaking to him again as if I wasn’t even there.
“Jason, I think something’s happening to me…”
“Something like what?” Impatience was written all over his face, but instead of voicing it, he kept his hand over mine and used the other to hold up half of his sandwich. He polished it off in seconds.
“I don’t know—you’re the one who knows about all this,” she whispered. “I need you.”
The last bit sounded too needy, especially for a werewolf hunter who had recklessly hunted Papan without giving up until she put all of our lives in danger and almost got herself killed.
“You need to get on with your life. Don’t act any differently. The last thing you want to do is catch the attention of any hunters,” Papan said.
“But—”
“I’m going to hang up now.”
“No, wait—”
He disconnected the call, and the phone started to ring instantly. He set it to silent and put it back in his pocket.
“Gee, she sounds kinda clingy,” I teased.
“You have no idea. I had to switch my phone off several times because she kept calling and sending me messages.” Papan shook his head. “The sooner the next full moon comes, the better. Then we’ll know for sure if she’s going to shift or not, because I’m sick and tired of babysitting her.”
“I’m sick of her too.” I bit my bottom lip. “Do you think that can really happen—her getting the attention of some hunter?”
He shrugged, polishing off the other half of his sandwich. “Don’t know, don’t care. I just need her off my back.”
It looked like we both had unfinished, clinging business with others at the moment.
“Oh, and to round off my perfect day”—I made air quotes around perfect—“I finally met my sister.”
“Oh yeah, how did it go?”
“It was strange,” I replied. “She’s just a kid—seventeen—but she’s got some serious issues.”
He frowned. “What kind of issues?”
“Yeah, you can keep frowning because my half-sister has some freaky poltergeist guy and his dog attached to her.”
“What?” He almost choked on his apple pie, but I smacked his back lightly and he took a long sip from his cup of coffee.
“You heard right—she has a poltergeist or two following her around. When I asked her about her father, she went all strange and a lightshow appeared around her.” I hated to simplify something so serious, but this was the situation we were in.
“Is that what the lights flashing from your office were?”
“You saw them?”
“I was crossing the road and thought you were playing with a torch or something.”
I laughed. “No, it wasn’t me.”
“Well, are you going to help her?”
“Of course I am.”
“Yeah, you can’t help yourself, can you?”
“It looks like I can’t,” I said, taking another sip of coffee. The blueberry muffin sat mostly ignored.
“What’s her father’s name?”
“Uh…” I tried to summon it from the back of my mind. I hadn’t written it down because I didn’t want to come across as dealing with her coldly. Ah, yeah, I remembered! “Eli John Moss. Why?”
“Just curious.” Papan nuzzled the side of my neck and moved in even closer, so close I was almost sitting on his lap. “But enough about death, problems with friends, annoying calls, and siblings we don’t know… I’ve got plans for us, and I’d love to get them on the road.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Papan’s big hand dragged mine along the tabletop, slipping underneath. He slid it up his hard thigh until my palm was pressed against his erection.
“Oh, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea now.” This is what I’ve wanted for so long.
He removed his hand from mine but I stroked him a little. When he ran his fingers lightly up the fabric of my jeans and stopped just before the juncture between my thighs, I jumped.
“And do you
Silence suddenly filled the space between us. I thought she’d hung up, until she cleared her throat and started speaking to him again as if I wasn’t even there.
“Jason, I think something’s happening to me…”
“Something like what?” Impatience was written all over his face, but instead of voicing it, he kept his hand over mine and used the other to hold up half of his sandwich. He polished it off in seconds.
“I don’t know—you’re the one who knows about all this,” she whispered. “I need you.”
The last bit sounded too needy, especially for a werewolf hunter who had recklessly hunted Papan without giving up until she put all of our lives in danger and almost got herself killed.
“You need to get on with your life. Don’t act any differently. The last thing you want to do is catch the attention of any hunters,” Papan said.
“But—”
“I’m going to hang up now.”
“No, wait—”
He disconnected the call, and the phone started to ring instantly. He set it to silent and put it back in his pocket.
“Gee, she sounds kinda clingy,” I teased.
“You have no idea. I had to switch my phone off several times because she kept calling and sending me messages.” Papan shook his head. “The sooner the next full moon comes, the better. Then we’ll know for sure if she’s going to shift or not, because I’m sick and tired of babysitting her.”
“I’m sick of her too.” I bit my bottom lip. “Do you think that can really happen—her getting the attention of some hunter?”
He shrugged, polishing off the other half of his sandwich. “Don’t know, don’t care. I just need her off my back.”
It looked like we both had unfinished, clinging business with others at the moment.
“Oh, and to round off my perfect day”—I made air quotes around perfect—“I finally met my sister.”
“Oh yeah, how did it go?”
“It was strange,” I replied. “She’s just a kid—seventeen—but she’s got some serious issues.”
He frowned. “What kind of issues?”
“Yeah, you can keep frowning because my half-sister has some freaky poltergeist guy and his dog attached to her.”
“What?” He almost choked on his apple pie, but I smacked his back lightly and he took a long sip from his cup of coffee.
“You heard right—she has a poltergeist or two following her around. When I asked her about her father, she went all strange and a lightshow appeared around her.” I hated to simplify something so serious, but this was the situation we were in.
“Is that what the lights flashing from your office were?”
“You saw them?”
“I was crossing the road and thought you were playing with a torch or something.”
I laughed. “No, it wasn’t me.”
“Well, are you going to help her?”
“Of course I am.”
“Yeah, you can’t help yourself, can you?”
“It looks like I can’t,” I said, taking another sip of coffee. The blueberry muffin sat mostly ignored.
“What’s her father’s name?”
“Uh…” I tried to summon it from the back of my mind. I hadn’t written it down because I didn’t want to come across as dealing with her coldly. Ah, yeah, I remembered! “Eli John Moss. Why?”
“Just curious.” Papan nuzzled the side of my neck and moved in even closer, so close I was almost sitting on his lap. “But enough about death, problems with friends, annoying calls, and siblings we don’t know… I’ve got plans for us, and I’d love to get them on the road.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Papan’s big hand dragged mine along the tabletop, slipping underneath. He slid it up his hard thigh until my palm was pressed against his erection.
“Oh, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea now.” This is what I’ve wanted for so long.
He removed his hand from mine but I stroked him a little. When he ran his fingers lightly up the fabric of my jeans and stopped just before the juncture between my thighs, I jumped.
“And do you
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