In Heat: Mating Call (In Heat Shapeshifter Romance Series #2) by Felicity Heaton Page A
Authors: Felicity Heaton
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and the bar staff there. They were all lycans holding down a steady job.
It was like a world within a world.
She grinned when she found her phone in the bathroom and flipped it open.
“Kim speaking!” She beamed brightly.
“Kim?”
Her smile disappeared. It was her sister. She'd completely forgotten that her sister had mentioned the possibility of coming to visit on Christmas Day. Since their parents had moved away, they'd barely seen each other, even less than they had before if that was possible. It must have been months since their last get together and in that time something drastic had happened.
Her sister's husband had filed for divorce.
“Yeah, it's me. What's wrong?” she said, walking into the bedroom and sitting down on the end of the four-poster bed. The madness of organising the ball disappeared as she flopped back, stretching her other arm out as she sank into the bed and stared at the canopy above.
There was a long silence. Kim hoped that this wasn't about to turn into one of those long calls with even longer silences that she didn't know how to fill that she'd frequently had since Sherry's bastard husband had ditched her.
No matter how many times she told her sister that her ex was bastard son of a bitch, Sherry still didn't believe her.
She tilted her head and stared through the thin net curtains at the darkening sky outside, waiting for her sister to speak. She would eventually. Sometimes Kim got the feeling that her sister just wanted to know that someone was there. She was happy to do whatever her sister needed in order for her to get over her husband and on with her life.
Of course, that was as long as that didn't involve her coming up from London on Christmas Day. A pre-emptive strike was needed.
“So, I was thinking about you coming up for Christmas Eve,” she said, congratulating herself on getting in there first so she avoided a sticky situation such as convincing her sister that she still loved her but saying she couldn't come up for Christmas Day. The last thing she needed was her sister at the Christmas Ball. She had no doubt that it would easily take Sherry's mind off her ex, but she couldn't risk her sister discovering just what her boyfriend was.
She smiled to herself. Boyfriend? She couldn't say she'd ever chosen to call Erik that, but she supposed that he was, even if it felt as though he was so much more.
She wished they could get engaged or married, but he'd told her at the start that lycans didn't officially marry. It was hard enough for them to fake their own deaths and reappear in the world as their own children, or disappear for good if they were that way inclined. She was leaning towards disappearing with Erik when they reached that stage. Being born again would bring too many complications, such as the fact that her supposed son and daughter were terribly intimate.
“Christmas Eve?” Sherry said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Erik's friends have invited us up north for Christmas Day. I think he's got relatives up there that we're going to visit.” She gritted her teeth, trying to swallow her own lie. She hated having to lie to her sister but she really couldn't risk her being around all those lycans.
“Oh... I suppose Christmas Eve will be nice. We can listen to the church bells together as it turns midnight. I used to like it when we did that when we were little.”
Kim smiled. When they were little? They used to do that when she was fifteen and her sister was nineteen. Hardly little. At least Sherry was buying it.
“Will it just be you, Erik and that housekeeper?”
She raised a brow at the tone Sherry's voice had adopted when she'd mentioned Rose. When Sherry had first met Erik and given him the third degree while prying information about his life out of him, she'd shown nothing short of intense jealousy when Erik had mentioned the house and Rose. Sherry had always wanted a cleaner, so she supposed it shouldn't have surprised her that her
It was like a world within a world.
She grinned when she found her phone in the bathroom and flipped it open.
“Kim speaking!” She beamed brightly.
“Kim?”
Her smile disappeared. It was her sister. She'd completely forgotten that her sister had mentioned the possibility of coming to visit on Christmas Day. Since their parents had moved away, they'd barely seen each other, even less than they had before if that was possible. It must have been months since their last get together and in that time something drastic had happened.
Her sister's husband had filed for divorce.
“Yeah, it's me. What's wrong?” she said, walking into the bedroom and sitting down on the end of the four-poster bed. The madness of organising the ball disappeared as she flopped back, stretching her other arm out as she sank into the bed and stared at the canopy above.
There was a long silence. Kim hoped that this wasn't about to turn into one of those long calls with even longer silences that she didn't know how to fill that she'd frequently had since Sherry's bastard husband had ditched her.
No matter how many times she told her sister that her ex was bastard son of a bitch, Sherry still didn't believe her.
She tilted her head and stared through the thin net curtains at the darkening sky outside, waiting for her sister to speak. She would eventually. Sometimes Kim got the feeling that her sister just wanted to know that someone was there. She was happy to do whatever her sister needed in order for her to get over her husband and on with her life.
Of course, that was as long as that didn't involve her coming up from London on Christmas Day. A pre-emptive strike was needed.
“So, I was thinking about you coming up for Christmas Eve,” she said, congratulating herself on getting in there first so she avoided a sticky situation such as convincing her sister that she still loved her but saying she couldn't come up for Christmas Day. The last thing she needed was her sister at the Christmas Ball. She had no doubt that it would easily take Sherry's mind off her ex, but she couldn't risk her sister discovering just what her boyfriend was.
She smiled to herself. Boyfriend? She couldn't say she'd ever chosen to call Erik that, but she supposed that he was, even if it felt as though he was so much more.
She wished they could get engaged or married, but he'd told her at the start that lycans didn't officially marry. It was hard enough for them to fake their own deaths and reappear in the world as their own children, or disappear for good if they were that way inclined. She was leaning towards disappearing with Erik when they reached that stage. Being born again would bring too many complications, such as the fact that her supposed son and daughter were terribly intimate.
“Christmas Eve?” Sherry said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Erik's friends have invited us up north for Christmas Day. I think he's got relatives up there that we're going to visit.” She gritted her teeth, trying to swallow her own lie. She hated having to lie to her sister but she really couldn't risk her being around all those lycans.
“Oh... I suppose Christmas Eve will be nice. We can listen to the church bells together as it turns midnight. I used to like it when we did that when we were little.”
Kim smiled. When they were little? They used to do that when she was fifteen and her sister was nineteen. Hardly little. At least Sherry was buying it.
“Will it just be you, Erik and that housekeeper?”
She raised a brow at the tone Sherry's voice had adopted when she'd mentioned Rose. When Sherry had first met Erik and given him the third degree while prying information about his life out of him, she'd shown nothing short of intense jealousy when Erik had mentioned the house and Rose. Sherry had always wanted a cleaner, so she supposed it shouldn't have surprised her that her
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