the best
deal.
It had been several days since Stone first talked to Gabe. After returning to Prince
George, he’d dived into work, pulling long hours and spending nights in his fur
running off pent-up energy. When Gabe and Pamela first called, telling them about
their encounter with Ali, it had been all he could do not to return to Banff that day.
But he wouldn’t go running across the country after some bitch. There were plenty
of bitches in Prince George who wanted him. Sooner or later he would find one who
would take his mind off that little spitfire.
Driving out here had nothing to do with Ali.
No matter that he’d never found himself comparing one bitch to another before
meeting the young bitch. Each lady he’d met in the past had something intriguing about
her. And Stone had always enjoyed finding that particular quality in each and every
one of them.
Until recently.
And it was making him damn grouchy.
Somehow, returning to Banff had lifted his spirits. Just being around Gabe again
had them both cracking jokes, laughing while they went through the inventory list
confirming everything Jonathan had ordered was on the truck. The usually mundane
job didn’t bother him today.
Gabe and Jonathan smelled of sweat and contentment when they were done.
“You’ll have to come by the den later,” Jonathan told him, giving him a slap on the
back when they were done. “Let the mate fix you up a good home-cooked meal before
you make the drive back. You’ve saved me a bundle here. I won’t take no for an
answer.”
Something tightened in Stone’s gut. What would Ali do if he walked into her den
and showed up to eat their kill?
“Hard to turn down a home-cooked meal.” Stone looked at Gabe, saw the concern
appear on his twin’s face.
The smell of worry surrounded them quickly.
Jonathan misinterpreted what he smelled. “Bring the mate,” he told Gabe. “I’ll let
Audry know we’re having a houseful tonight.”
Less than an hour later, Pamela ran from their small cabin, jumping into Stone’s
arms when he climbed out of the truck.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” she said, wrapping her arms around both of them
as they walked into the cabin.
Pamela had put her touch on the place since he’d last been there. Colorful curtains
hung on the windows, and fresh flowers were in a vase on the table. The place had a
happy smell about it. Stone wouldn’t be surprised at all to hear that cubs would be on
their way soon.
“We’ve got a dinner invite to the Bastien den tonight,” Gabe told Pamela.
Stone stripped out of his shirt, heading for the bathroom for a hot shower. He felt a
lecture coming on, or worse yet, questions that he’d refused to answer on the phone.
Neither of them sounded appealing.
“All of us?” Pamela asked.
“Yup. Stone, we have a right to know your intentions with Ali before we walk into
that den.” Gabe’s tone matched his smell.
He was ready to defend the little bitch and he didn’t even know her.
“There are no intentions so don’t go filling the room with aggression.” He didn’t
mean to snap so hard.
By doing so, both Pamela and Gabe raised eyebrows, their moods relaxing although
turning curious.
The curiosity stemmed more from Pamela. His littermate knew him all too well to
be curious.
“Tell us what you wouldn’t tell us on the phone.” Pamela’s tone softened.
She walked up to him, running her cool small hand up his arm. He looked down
into her soft, glowing expression. Her gaze wasn’t too unlike Ali’s—trusting, content, a
good bitch.
Damn it. There he was comparing every bitch he knew to Ali.
He let out a growl which made her smile.
“During those brief moments when she thought Gabe was you at the tavern, she
looked ready to bite into me with extended teeth,” Pamela
deal.
It had been several days since Stone first talked to Gabe. After returning to Prince
George, he’d dived into work, pulling long hours and spending nights in his fur
running off pent-up energy. When Gabe and Pamela first called, telling them about
their encounter with Ali, it had been all he could do not to return to Banff that day.
But he wouldn’t go running across the country after some bitch. There were plenty
of bitches in Prince George who wanted him. Sooner or later he would find one who
would take his mind off that little spitfire.
Driving out here had nothing to do with Ali.
No matter that he’d never found himself comparing one bitch to another before
meeting the young bitch. Each lady he’d met in the past had something intriguing about
her. And Stone had always enjoyed finding that particular quality in each and every
one of them.
Until recently.
And it was making him damn grouchy.
Somehow, returning to Banff had lifted his spirits. Just being around Gabe again
had them both cracking jokes, laughing while they went through the inventory list
confirming everything Jonathan had ordered was on the truck. The usually mundane
job didn’t bother him today.
Gabe and Jonathan smelled of sweat and contentment when they were done.
“You’ll have to come by the den later,” Jonathan told him, giving him a slap on the
back when they were done. “Let the mate fix you up a good home-cooked meal before
you make the drive back. You’ve saved me a bundle here. I won’t take no for an
answer.”
Something tightened in Stone’s gut. What would Ali do if he walked into her den
and showed up to eat their kill?
“Hard to turn down a home-cooked meal.” Stone looked at Gabe, saw the concern
appear on his twin’s face.
The smell of worry surrounded them quickly.
Jonathan misinterpreted what he smelled. “Bring the mate,” he told Gabe. “I’ll let
Audry know we’re having a houseful tonight.”
Less than an hour later, Pamela ran from their small cabin, jumping into Stone’s
arms when he climbed out of the truck.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” she said, wrapping her arms around both of them
as they walked into the cabin.
Pamela had put her touch on the place since he’d last been there. Colorful curtains
hung on the windows, and fresh flowers were in a vase on the table. The place had a
happy smell about it. Stone wouldn’t be surprised at all to hear that cubs would be on
their way soon.
“We’ve got a dinner invite to the Bastien den tonight,” Gabe told Pamela.
Stone stripped out of his shirt, heading for the bathroom for a hot shower. He felt a
lecture coming on, or worse yet, questions that he’d refused to answer on the phone.
Neither of them sounded appealing.
“All of us?” Pamela asked.
“Yup. Stone, we have a right to know your intentions with Ali before we walk into
that den.” Gabe’s tone matched his smell.
He was ready to defend the little bitch and he didn’t even know her.
“There are no intentions so don’t go filling the room with aggression.” He didn’t
mean to snap so hard.
By doing so, both Pamela and Gabe raised eyebrows, their moods relaxing although
turning curious.
The curiosity stemmed more from Pamela. His littermate knew him all too well to
be curious.
“Tell us what you wouldn’t tell us on the phone.” Pamela’s tone softened.
She walked up to him, running her cool small hand up his arm. He looked down
into her soft, glowing expression. Her gaze wasn’t too unlike Ali’s—trusting, content, a
good bitch.
Damn it. There he was comparing every bitch he knew to Ali.
He let out a growl which made her smile.
“During those brief moments when she thought Gabe was you at the tavern, she
looked ready to bite into me with extended teeth,” Pamela
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