to figure out how the hell he had volunteered for the job. Gotcha, I thought smugly. Round one to me.
“Right,” James said slowly, unsuccessfully trying to hide his smirk. “Oliver, you stay here, guard the pack and the house. Kara and I will go with Amanda and Tarq to secure Smithrock, we’ll return as soon as they are in place. Macey and Cole have already set off to find our missing coyote pup. Lisa, Sean and Luis will guard you—” he held a hand off to stave off any outcries, “—until this is all resolved — you are in danger, Lisa. So, put up with it.”
“It won’t be for long, Lisa,” Kara added, regret on her face. “Then, we can catch up properly. Maybe have a night out!”
It was James’s turn to stiffen, as he turned to Kara. “Night out?” he muttered, terror on his face.
“Yeah, silly. Just because we’re mated doesn’t mean…”
“Maybe you need reminding of just why it’s a good reason to stay at home…”
“Well, if you’re twisting my arm…” She shrieked as James jumped to his feet. Carrying her easily in his arms, he strode out of the room, lustful determination on his face.
Her shrieks trailed off, leaving the room in silence. Oliver, his studious expression blank, gestured that he was leaving and followed them out.
That left just Luis, Sean, and me. Awkward! I shuffled in my seat. I hadn’t engineered this — well, not much anyway, but I didn’t have the first clue how to go about fixing things. I sighed heavily. Why couldn’t life be simple? Fun?
“Well, this is great and all, but I think I’ll take second shift. See you guys in a few hours,” Luis called, hightailing it out of the door with a wink.
Traitor! I growled at his retreating back.
Just me and Sean now. I took a deep breath.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lisa
“Why didn’t you say?” His low voice shocked me so much I wobbled on my perch.
“S—Say what? Which thing?” I muttered the last under my breath.
He huffed, marching over to the couch and throwing himself onto it. The delicate frame creaked ominously, but held under his weight. “Doesn’t matter. Now, if you’re going to continue to sit there, I think I’ll get a little shut-eye.” His tone was bored as he shut his eyes, linking his hands behind his head for a pillow.
His t-shirt had crept up with the stretch, revealing a strip of mouthwatering ripped abs. My eyes drank in the sight, widening as he shuffled in the seat, trying to get more comfortable on the ridiculously small piece of furniture, and his jeans rode lower… A thin line of dark hair trailed down his lower stomach, dragging my eyes past his hip bones, past the perfect ‘V’ and halting at his waistband. This was the area on a man that made women go weak at the knees, the soft flesh framed by hips, where the abs joined and curved in, leading down…my eyes flicked past his waistband…
“See something you like?”
At his low growl, my eyes darted back to his face. His eyes were closed, but his face was tense, strain bracketing his lips.
I wet my dry lips, my breathing harsh and ragged in the silent room. Was he guessing?
“Why’d you stop?”
Huh, wasn’t guessing then.
“I’ve been thinking,” he continued on a growl, eyes still closed, “this whole you’re-already-mated thing…If it doesn’t bother you, then maybe it shouldn’t bother me.”
Hallelujah! A breakthrough. My pulse skyrocketed as I rapidly searched my mind for what to say. I was never lost for words — this was a new one for me.
“I mean, why not fuck? Your mate obviously doesn’t mean shit to you, and if I’ve got to protect you, why not reap some benefit?”
What the fuck? I felt like I had just been slapped, and hard. My mouth fell open in shock as what he was implying registered.
His eyes flicked open, pinning me with a dark stare. “So, what do you say? Shall we fuck?” he growled. His gaze roamed over me, devouring me.
Outrage erupting inside of me, I leapt off the window
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