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alpha and Riley, the pack enforcer.
He flicked a glance at the tumbler in his hand, swirling the dark amber fluid around until it sloshed against the sides, the ice clinking against the glass. "I dunno, I was planning on watching it until it curdled."
Marty nodded to Honey and a bottle appeared in front of him. He wrapped a paw-like hand around it and lifted it to his lips. The neck disappeared into the fuzz covering Marty's face as he took three long swallows, then sighed. "That hits the spot all right. Damn dust's been coating my throat all day."
He turned and speared Kyle with a direct look, his dark eyes sharp. "If it's impossible things you're after, then the office could do with freshening up. Some paint out in the back shed. You can watch it dry after if you're really pushed. Two birds with one stone."
Kyle snorted, took a large swallow, then sucked in a breath through his teeth as it burned all the way down to his stomach. Impossible was right. They'd been talking about painting the office for years, but the plans never got beyond talking about it and buying the paint. Which had sat in the shed ever since. Every time one of them put time aside to get the job done, something more important always came along.
"Yeah…I guess I could."
At least painting the office would keep him busy at nights, rather than going home and lying on the bed he and… He wrinkled his nose, not wanting to go down that train of thought. Kristen. He missed her so much it was a physical ache in his chest. Like someone had reached in and ripped his heart out while it was still beating, then stomped it into the ground, leaving him broken and bruised.
"Still struggling, huh?" Marty's voice was sympathetic as the bigger man reached out awkwardly and patted Kyle's arm. Kyle winced, the pat somewhere between bruising and bone-breaking. Marty was great with cars. People? Not so much.
"Yeah," he admitted heavily, then winced as Honey breezed past them, her scent reaching out and wrapping around them. She wore the same perfume as Kristen, so he'd been practically living here after work, waiting for that first hit and for a few seconds be transported back to last week. When everything was perfect.
"But what does it matter? I was just a distraction to her. No one important," he spat the slimy agent’s words out and glared at his drink again. If looks could kill, that whisky was deader than a steak.
Marty rumbled deep in his throat, a sound of contemplation. "Does that look like you were no one?"
A frown crawled over Kyle's face as he looked up, followed Marty's line of sight to the Television set in the corner of the bar. Normally it showed the local sports channel on loop, but right now the news was on. Cameras flashed as celebrities walked the red carpet. Kyle's attention started to skitter as Todd Stone stood beaming into the camera. Guy was way too good looking for his own good. How could Kyle compete with men like that—
His train of thought crashed to a stop, the cars piling up and coming off the tracks as the camera cut from Stone to an open limo door. A slender leg emerged as the cameras lit up the side of the white vehicle like a Fourth of July display, but he didn't need to see the woman's face to know who it was. He knew that leg. Knew how silky the skin was, had kissed his way up its length to the treasures hidden further up. He grit his teeth as his body reacted instantly to the memory, leaving him hard as a rock and totally pissed off that she could still affect him this way.
Then she stepped from the car and his anger skittered away. The black floor length gown clung to her like a second skin, the spilt up the side going halfway to heaven and revealing her leg to mid-thigh as she turned and smiled at the cameras. She'd lost weight and looked fantastic. Most would have seen just that, but he knew her. Could see the strain in her face, and the misery in her beautiful eyes. Instantly, he knew. She hadn't been on diet as the
He flicked a glance at the tumbler in his hand, swirling the dark amber fluid around until it sloshed against the sides, the ice clinking against the glass. "I dunno, I was planning on watching it until it curdled."
Marty nodded to Honey and a bottle appeared in front of him. He wrapped a paw-like hand around it and lifted it to his lips. The neck disappeared into the fuzz covering Marty's face as he took three long swallows, then sighed. "That hits the spot all right. Damn dust's been coating my throat all day."
He turned and speared Kyle with a direct look, his dark eyes sharp. "If it's impossible things you're after, then the office could do with freshening up. Some paint out in the back shed. You can watch it dry after if you're really pushed. Two birds with one stone."
Kyle snorted, took a large swallow, then sucked in a breath through his teeth as it burned all the way down to his stomach. Impossible was right. They'd been talking about painting the office for years, but the plans never got beyond talking about it and buying the paint. Which had sat in the shed ever since. Every time one of them put time aside to get the job done, something more important always came along.
"Yeah…I guess I could."
At least painting the office would keep him busy at nights, rather than going home and lying on the bed he and… He wrinkled his nose, not wanting to go down that train of thought. Kristen. He missed her so much it was a physical ache in his chest. Like someone had reached in and ripped his heart out while it was still beating, then stomped it into the ground, leaving him broken and bruised.
"Still struggling, huh?" Marty's voice was sympathetic as the bigger man reached out awkwardly and patted Kyle's arm. Kyle winced, the pat somewhere between bruising and bone-breaking. Marty was great with cars. People? Not so much.
"Yeah," he admitted heavily, then winced as Honey breezed past them, her scent reaching out and wrapping around them. She wore the same perfume as Kristen, so he'd been practically living here after work, waiting for that first hit and for a few seconds be transported back to last week. When everything was perfect.
"But what does it matter? I was just a distraction to her. No one important," he spat the slimy agent’s words out and glared at his drink again. If looks could kill, that whisky was deader than a steak.
Marty rumbled deep in his throat, a sound of contemplation. "Does that look like you were no one?"
A frown crawled over Kyle's face as he looked up, followed Marty's line of sight to the Television set in the corner of the bar. Normally it showed the local sports channel on loop, but right now the news was on. Cameras flashed as celebrities walked the red carpet. Kyle's attention started to skitter as Todd Stone stood beaming into the camera. Guy was way too good looking for his own good. How could Kyle compete with men like that—
His train of thought crashed to a stop, the cars piling up and coming off the tracks as the camera cut from Stone to an open limo door. A slender leg emerged as the cameras lit up the side of the white vehicle like a Fourth of July display, but he didn't need to see the woman's face to know who it was. He knew that leg. Knew how silky the skin was, had kissed his way up its length to the treasures hidden further up. He grit his teeth as his body reacted instantly to the memory, leaving him hard as a rock and totally pissed off that she could still affect him this way.
Then she stepped from the car and his anger skittered away. The black floor length gown clung to her like a second skin, the spilt up the side going halfway to heaven and revealing her leg to mid-thigh as she turned and smiled at the cameras. She'd lost weight and looked fantastic. Most would have seen just that, but he knew her. Could see the strain in her face, and the misery in her beautiful eyes. Instantly, he knew. She hadn't been on diet as the
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