To Lie With Lions: A BBW Shifter Romance (Wolf Rock Shifters Book 4) by Carina Wilder Page B
Authors: Carina Wilder
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racket is no wolf, and his sidekick isn’t either, though I don’t know what he is. He smells…different. I can’t place his scent. And I’ve only seen his human form. I haven’t figured him out.”
“What does he look like?”
“Thick, muscular, silent type. His eyes seem to be a few different colours.”
“Yeah, that’s the one I met. I don’t know his animal either. I generally don’t have a great instinct for that sort of thing.”
“All I know,” said Nash, “is that I saw a wolf, and he was a shifter. But it was the thin man—I’m pretty sure he’s a weasel—who tried to set fire to the barn. And there’s no way he’s the godfather behind all this bullshit. He’s not smart enough or disciplined enough, for that matter.”
“So you think maybe this bil lionaire businessman, this Malcolm, huh? Do you know anything about him?”
“Not really. I’m getting to know his daughter a little,” said Nash, his mind beginning to race at the thought. “Maybe I should pay them a surprise visit today.”
“What’s his daughter like?”
The left corner of Nash’s lip twitched. “Interesting,” he said.
Jack let out a low whistle. “I’ve met some interesting girls in my life,” he said. “I think maybe I know what that word means. You watch it, young lion. Interesting girls can be deadly. You know what Dascha’s going through? That could be you.”
“Yeah, well, I can look after myself. I’m not a cub anymore. Besides, he’s a wolf and I’m a lion. I like to think I have more self-control.”
“Even as a cub you were a tough guy. But self-control isn’t something I’ve ever associated with you, Nash.” Jack let out a low laugh. “Anyhow, good luck. I’m going to stick around this place tonight and make sure no one tries to burn it down. If they do, they’re in for some bleeding.”
“Okay. I’d offer to help but I have the ranch to look after. Though I suspect that they won’t be back.”
“I reckon you’re right. Not a lot of shifters are stupid enough to fuck with a young lion. Good luck to you,” said Jack as he stood. “I’ve got to get back to bacon fat and toast. I’ll send some food out to ya.”
As Nash ate his breakfast he contemplated his next move. He knew about Cecile’s father’s chalet and would make the drive out to meet the man, to see what he was all about. Cecile might not be too pleased about it, but then he wasn’t out to visit her; in fact, none of this had anything to do with her. He hoped that he’d find her out of the house so that he wouldn’t be distracted. Something in his attraction to her weakened him and ate into his determination to perform his duty. He supposed that this was a little of what Jack had referred to when he spoke of Dascha being in heat; an inability to focus. But Nash was unwilling to let even a woman as worthy as Cecile trump his plans to help his hometown residents.
It was her father who really i nterested him as a suspect. A billionaire tiger. Nash pictured a Donald Trump hairstyle and an arrogance that might be difficult to take. But Nash wasn’t a man who was easily intimidated, so he was ready for whatever might come.
He arrived at the chalet a little after eleven a.m. He’d heard about the house from other people around town, including his father who referred to it as a “monstrosity.” Nash attributed this assessment to his father’s snobbery about such things; their own ranch was, after all, properly rustic and looked like it belonged in the mountains.
But when he arrived, he began to understand the evaluation. The chalet was enormous. It looked a little like the house that had been built a few years earlier, when the reality show hooking up women with the wolf pack’s alpha had been filmed. That place had been built over the course of a couple of weeks and had been intended to look like a Hollywood mansion; something owned by a person with so much money that they didn’t know what to do with
“What does he look like?”
“Thick, muscular, silent type. His eyes seem to be a few different colours.”
“Yeah, that’s the one I met. I don’t know his animal either. I generally don’t have a great instinct for that sort of thing.”
“All I know,” said Nash, “is that I saw a wolf, and he was a shifter. But it was the thin man—I’m pretty sure he’s a weasel—who tried to set fire to the barn. And there’s no way he’s the godfather behind all this bullshit. He’s not smart enough or disciplined enough, for that matter.”
“So you think maybe this bil lionaire businessman, this Malcolm, huh? Do you know anything about him?”
“Not really. I’m getting to know his daughter a little,” said Nash, his mind beginning to race at the thought. “Maybe I should pay them a surprise visit today.”
“What’s his daughter like?”
The left corner of Nash’s lip twitched. “Interesting,” he said.
Jack let out a low whistle. “I’ve met some interesting girls in my life,” he said. “I think maybe I know what that word means. You watch it, young lion. Interesting girls can be deadly. You know what Dascha’s going through? That could be you.”
“Yeah, well, I can look after myself. I’m not a cub anymore. Besides, he’s a wolf and I’m a lion. I like to think I have more self-control.”
“Even as a cub you were a tough guy. But self-control isn’t something I’ve ever associated with you, Nash.” Jack let out a low laugh. “Anyhow, good luck. I’m going to stick around this place tonight and make sure no one tries to burn it down. If they do, they’re in for some bleeding.”
“Okay. I’d offer to help but I have the ranch to look after. Though I suspect that they won’t be back.”
“I reckon you’re right. Not a lot of shifters are stupid enough to fuck with a young lion. Good luck to you,” said Jack as he stood. “I’ve got to get back to bacon fat and toast. I’ll send some food out to ya.”
As Nash ate his breakfast he contemplated his next move. He knew about Cecile’s father’s chalet and would make the drive out to meet the man, to see what he was all about. Cecile might not be too pleased about it, but then he wasn’t out to visit her; in fact, none of this had anything to do with her. He hoped that he’d find her out of the house so that he wouldn’t be distracted. Something in his attraction to her weakened him and ate into his determination to perform his duty. He supposed that this was a little of what Jack had referred to when he spoke of Dascha being in heat; an inability to focus. But Nash was unwilling to let even a woman as worthy as Cecile trump his plans to help his hometown residents.
It was her father who really i nterested him as a suspect. A billionaire tiger. Nash pictured a Donald Trump hairstyle and an arrogance that might be difficult to take. But Nash wasn’t a man who was easily intimidated, so he was ready for whatever might come.
He arrived at the chalet a little after eleven a.m. He’d heard about the house from other people around town, including his father who referred to it as a “monstrosity.” Nash attributed this assessment to his father’s snobbery about such things; their own ranch was, after all, properly rustic and looked like it belonged in the mountains.
But when he arrived, he began to understand the evaluation. The chalet was enormous. It looked a little like the house that had been built a few years earlier, when the reality show hooking up women with the wolf pack’s alpha had been filmed. That place had been built over the course of a couple of weeks and had been intended to look like a Hollywood mansion; something owned by a person with so much money that they didn’t know what to do with
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