on a thick pair of socks and stuffed her feet into her comfortable shoes. Grabbing her coat and keys, she was ready to go.
Jogging down the rickety stairs , she cursed when she saw the empty spot where she usually parked her car. She’d completely forgotten about her flat tire and her lack of transportation this morning. Hopefully the police wouldn’t tow her car. She couldn’t afford the added expense. Having the flat tire fixed would put a big enough dent in her finances for the month. She’d have to remember to call the mechanic who worked on her car before he closed for the day. Her car might not be the prettiest, or even the most dependable, but it was hers. It took her from here to there without much trouble.
The nearest bus stop was almost three blocks away and the hospital another six, which was why she drove to work most days. Having a shift end at two o’clock in the morning usually meant there were no buses still running. Walking one block—much less nine blocks—in this neighborhood wasn’t very safe. Despite what McQuade said, she could look after herself and usually did a bang up job. Flipping up the collar of her lightweight coat she shivered. It had turned cold and the sky looked cloudy and overcast, predicting more rain. She didn’t have time to go back and get a heavier coat, even though she would probably freeze to death tonight when she walked home. She wouldn’t have McQuade’s big body to keep her warm.
As she hurried along the broken sidewalk, she felt the first drops of rain.
Some days it sucked to be Rose Spencer.
*****
McQuade stood in his living room, watching the rain pour down. A large cup of strong black coffee was trying its best to wake him up. He’d slept like shit last night. Even after jerking off in the shower, his cock had still been hard. Dreams filled with a dark-haired Rose had only added to his discomfort. Briggs was on his way over and they would do the morning patrol together from the warmth of his SUV. Neither wolf liked running in the rain. Maybe he’d grown too soft over the years.
He enjoyed his job as an enforcer. It allowed him to be out in the wild most days patrolling the borders of pack territory. Territorial wars with other shifters were almost a thing of the past, but one couldn’t discount the threat. And while accepting of the shifter race, humans were still bigoted idiots who sometimes sought to do harm. Wolves were always on guard.
A loud slam of hi s kitchen door announced Briggs’ arrival. A couple of moments later the dark haired man walked into the room, a cup of coffee in one hand and a frown on his handsome face. “Don’t you have anything to eat?”
As well as being a royal pain in the ass, t he man was a big mooch.
McQuade growled in response. He was in a temper this morning, having not slept well at all last night. Would he have been in a better mood if he’d spent the night with Rose as his wolf had urged? Probably. Would he have gotten any more sleep? Probably not.
“ I see the thrill of your late night rescue of the fair Rose hasn’t improved your temper.” Briggs calmly sipped his coffee.
McQuade ignored the other man. It was either that or throw him against the nearest wall. His wolf took exception to the comment. “We need to make this a quick patrol. I’ve got something to do this afternoon.”
“ Oh, yeah, what?” Briggs put down his cup and followed him out into the three-car garage.
He only had his SUV and bike at the moment, but he’d wanted to be prepared in case he ever had another car. A mate’s car. Rose’s car.
“None of your damn business.” He slammed the SUV door, waiting impatiently for the other man to do the same.
“Aw, now McQuade, you know I’m just going to keep nipping at you until you tell me what you’re doing.”
As the morning wore on, the rain was incessant and so was Briggs. The patrol had been boringly routine and dull. They’d found and reported possible bear tracks on the
Jogging down the rickety stairs , she cursed when she saw the empty spot where she usually parked her car. She’d completely forgotten about her flat tire and her lack of transportation this morning. Hopefully the police wouldn’t tow her car. She couldn’t afford the added expense. Having the flat tire fixed would put a big enough dent in her finances for the month. She’d have to remember to call the mechanic who worked on her car before he closed for the day. Her car might not be the prettiest, or even the most dependable, but it was hers. It took her from here to there without much trouble.
The nearest bus stop was almost three blocks away and the hospital another six, which was why she drove to work most days. Having a shift end at two o’clock in the morning usually meant there were no buses still running. Walking one block—much less nine blocks—in this neighborhood wasn’t very safe. Despite what McQuade said, she could look after herself and usually did a bang up job. Flipping up the collar of her lightweight coat she shivered. It had turned cold and the sky looked cloudy and overcast, predicting more rain. She didn’t have time to go back and get a heavier coat, even though she would probably freeze to death tonight when she walked home. She wouldn’t have McQuade’s big body to keep her warm.
As she hurried along the broken sidewalk, she felt the first drops of rain.
Some days it sucked to be Rose Spencer.
*****
McQuade stood in his living room, watching the rain pour down. A large cup of strong black coffee was trying its best to wake him up. He’d slept like shit last night. Even after jerking off in the shower, his cock had still been hard. Dreams filled with a dark-haired Rose had only added to his discomfort. Briggs was on his way over and they would do the morning patrol together from the warmth of his SUV. Neither wolf liked running in the rain. Maybe he’d grown too soft over the years.
He enjoyed his job as an enforcer. It allowed him to be out in the wild most days patrolling the borders of pack territory. Territorial wars with other shifters were almost a thing of the past, but one couldn’t discount the threat. And while accepting of the shifter race, humans were still bigoted idiots who sometimes sought to do harm. Wolves were always on guard.
A loud slam of hi s kitchen door announced Briggs’ arrival. A couple of moments later the dark haired man walked into the room, a cup of coffee in one hand and a frown on his handsome face. “Don’t you have anything to eat?”
As well as being a royal pain in the ass, t he man was a big mooch.
McQuade growled in response. He was in a temper this morning, having not slept well at all last night. Would he have been in a better mood if he’d spent the night with Rose as his wolf had urged? Probably. Would he have gotten any more sleep? Probably not.
“ I see the thrill of your late night rescue of the fair Rose hasn’t improved your temper.” Briggs calmly sipped his coffee.
McQuade ignored the other man. It was either that or throw him against the nearest wall. His wolf took exception to the comment. “We need to make this a quick patrol. I’ve got something to do this afternoon.”
“ Oh, yeah, what?” Briggs put down his cup and followed him out into the three-car garage.
He only had his SUV and bike at the moment, but he’d wanted to be prepared in case he ever had another car. A mate’s car. Rose’s car.
“None of your damn business.” He slammed the SUV door, waiting impatiently for the other man to do the same.
“Aw, now McQuade, you know I’m just going to keep nipping at you until you tell me what you’re doing.”
As the morning wore on, the rain was incessant and so was Briggs. The patrol had been boringly routine and dull. They’d found and reported possible bear tracks on the
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