RICHIE: New Orleans Wolf Shifters with plus sized BBW for mates (Le Beau Series Book 6) by V.A. Dold, Tori Austin Page B
Authors: V.A. Dold, Tori Austin
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some reason he was fixated on her.
Quickly she glanced down the list of unread emails, when she finally found the one from her employer she clicked it. Shit, her bounty was on the move and seen just outside of town by the local sheriff.
This guy must be truly insane; bounties didn’t chase the bounty hunter. Behavior like that was suicidal. Several email messages, text messages, phone calls, and one pair of shoes later she was back in the ballroom. Her side trip must have taken longer than she planned. The reception was packed with guests and the party was in full swing.
At least she was forewarned about Qball. Along with her new shoes, she’d also strapped on her dress weapons. It was better to be prepared than caught off guard. The hotel manager had assured her security was on high alert and extra officers were posted in strategic locations. Ryker ‘Qball’ Quintrell wasn’t getting anywhere near her family.
Her attention turned to the head table when she heard the tinkle of silverware on glass.
Her uncle stood and said, “everyone please take your seats, dinner is about to be served.”
Little table tents with names printed on them dictated where to sit. From her earlier visit, she knew Richie wasn’t assigned to her table tonight. The string of delays, which kept her and Richie apart, had graduated from bothersome coincidences to full-blown annoyance. Unhappily she took her seat and placed her napkin in her lap.
Piper used her predicament to locate Richie. With everyone forced to remain in one spot for the next thirty minutes she would be able to systematically sweep the room. There, three tables over. He was directly in front of her, and dang, looking straight at her. Her breath hitched, she felt like a side of beef in front of a starved lion.
Richie was silent throughout dinner, his focus on his mate, not the inane chit chat people felt required to generate with complete strangers. He noticed Piper rarely offered a response either. They were both too busy watching each other to bother with the people at their tables. His fingers itched to touch her. Forced to gaze at, but not touch one’s mate was cruel and unusual punishment for a shifter. His fingers flexed again. If he was forced to wait much longer, his claws were going to make an appearance.
Helen’s whisper of his name caught is attention. He glanced from Piper to his friends at the head table. They all sported blatantly curious smiles. Their faces were too alight with interest for his comfort. He’d seen them like this before, and it never ended well. Whatever they thought they knew was eating them alive. He was screwed. They’d never let up until they had the entire story.
Too bad. He had no intention of enlightening them. This was between him and Piper. Regardless, he couldn’t tell them about mates or shifters if he wanted to. So, he cocked a brow and gave them a look. If they were smart, which he knew they were, they would back off.
He held his glare until each of them looked away. Then he turned his attention back to his mate. He captured her gaze again and held it. She seemed to be on guard. Why would a gorgeous woman at her cousin’s wedding be so edgy? Who was she looking for? He scanned the room himself, ready for any threat to his mate.
Piper sucked in a breath, as heat surged through her body. She felt Richie’s intensity like an intimate caress from twenty-five feet away. Her brows furrowed and she concentrated on his eyes. They appeared to glow like they had last night in her room. Memories of his eyes glowing made her blush like a schoolgirl with a crush. The effect excited her, which in turn worried her.
She swallowed hard on a bone-dry throat and blinked. The glow was gone. Either he’d turned and the light hit his eyes differently or she’d imagined it. Piper reached for her water, shook her head to clear her wild and crazy thoughts, and took a good long drink. The last thing she needed was a distraction and illusions.
Quickly she glanced down the list of unread emails, when she finally found the one from her employer she clicked it. Shit, her bounty was on the move and seen just outside of town by the local sheriff.
This guy must be truly insane; bounties didn’t chase the bounty hunter. Behavior like that was suicidal. Several email messages, text messages, phone calls, and one pair of shoes later she was back in the ballroom. Her side trip must have taken longer than she planned. The reception was packed with guests and the party was in full swing.
At least she was forewarned about Qball. Along with her new shoes, she’d also strapped on her dress weapons. It was better to be prepared than caught off guard. The hotel manager had assured her security was on high alert and extra officers were posted in strategic locations. Ryker ‘Qball’ Quintrell wasn’t getting anywhere near her family.
Her attention turned to the head table when she heard the tinkle of silverware on glass.
Her uncle stood and said, “everyone please take your seats, dinner is about to be served.”
Little table tents with names printed on them dictated where to sit. From her earlier visit, she knew Richie wasn’t assigned to her table tonight. The string of delays, which kept her and Richie apart, had graduated from bothersome coincidences to full-blown annoyance. Unhappily she took her seat and placed her napkin in her lap.
Piper used her predicament to locate Richie. With everyone forced to remain in one spot for the next thirty minutes she would be able to systematically sweep the room. There, three tables over. He was directly in front of her, and dang, looking straight at her. Her breath hitched, she felt like a side of beef in front of a starved lion.
Richie was silent throughout dinner, his focus on his mate, not the inane chit chat people felt required to generate with complete strangers. He noticed Piper rarely offered a response either. They were both too busy watching each other to bother with the people at their tables. His fingers itched to touch her. Forced to gaze at, but not touch one’s mate was cruel and unusual punishment for a shifter. His fingers flexed again. If he was forced to wait much longer, his claws were going to make an appearance.
Helen’s whisper of his name caught is attention. He glanced from Piper to his friends at the head table. They all sported blatantly curious smiles. Their faces were too alight with interest for his comfort. He’d seen them like this before, and it never ended well. Whatever they thought they knew was eating them alive. He was screwed. They’d never let up until they had the entire story.
Too bad. He had no intention of enlightening them. This was between him and Piper. Regardless, he couldn’t tell them about mates or shifters if he wanted to. So, he cocked a brow and gave them a look. If they were smart, which he knew they were, they would back off.
He held his glare until each of them looked away. Then he turned his attention back to his mate. He captured her gaze again and held it. She seemed to be on guard. Why would a gorgeous woman at her cousin’s wedding be so edgy? Who was she looking for? He scanned the room himself, ready for any threat to his mate.
Piper sucked in a breath, as heat surged through her body. She felt Richie’s intensity like an intimate caress from twenty-five feet away. Her brows furrowed and she concentrated on his eyes. They appeared to glow like they had last night in her room. Memories of his eyes glowing made her blush like a schoolgirl with a crush. The effect excited her, which in turn worried her.
She swallowed hard on a bone-dry throat and blinked. The glow was gone. Either he’d turned and the light hit his eyes differently or she’d imagined it. Piper reached for her water, shook her head to clear her wild and crazy thoughts, and took a good long drink. The last thing she needed was a distraction and illusions.
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