Werewolves of Chicago: Curragh (Werewolves of... Book 6) by Faleena Hopkins Page B

dressed up like a socialite. Despite the age they knew her to be, she came across as early twenties, dressed like that. The pearls especially said she was not a teen. Across from them, her body angled more toward the window was Kara, wearing a charming smile and a green dress. She had a homemade pie on her lap. “What the hell?” he muttered. Her large brown eyes drifted over to the window. Her smile didn’t waver as she quickly glanced back to the owner of the house as though she’d seen nothing unusual. Curragh couldn’t move. Xavier grabbed his arm and dragged him out of view.
    “Sorry.” He was struggling to gather his wits.
    Xavier whispered, “Okay,” trying to understand. “If she was at the morgue, and she’s here now. It was probably her shooting up the lock when we had the Russian. It was a female cop, remember?”
    Curragh’s brain did somersaults as he nodded, his body numb. His wolf was on fire, and not because of any carnal cravings. He was scratching to get out and protect her. He sensed danger.
    On high alert, Curragh tuned in to the conversation inside.

Chapter Seventeen
    K ara’s heart rocked so loudly in her ears she couldn’t hear what was being said. She blinked, her smile stuck as she forced herself to stop wondering what the hell Curragh and his friend were doing in the backyard. She knew that from their stances, and from the looks on their faces, they were sneaking. But why? Immediately she remembered running into them at the morgue.
    Oh my God. Is he working with Kruglov?
    Her stomach flipped over and died. Then she heard Bill Tutors ask, “You alright, Mrs. Phillips?”
    Her smile freshened up as she looked at the man whose childhood acne had left marks reminiscent of fallen meteor holes. It was well known that he was fifty-one, but the receding hairline had been there since he was twenty. He was however, dressed damned well. At least he had taste.
    Kara feigned embarrassment. “Oh, sorry. I just realized I forgot to email the pics of Levi’s classmates to the other mothers, from the soccer match. Never mind though. I’ll get to it when I get back home. It just hit me in the head—that ever happened to you? A memory just hits you?” She smacked her head with a comical rolling of her eyes. She was laying this character on thick, but not in an unbelievable way.
    “With all the companies I run? It’s hard to remember it’s Tuesday.”
    “It’s Thursday,” Kara said with a laugh.
    He grinned at her, but his eyes were keenly watching. “Exactly. See what I mean?”
    From the moment she’d knocked on the door until now, sitting on this ten-thousand-dollar sofa, Kara hadn’t heard Bill’s bride say one word. Very pretty, with almond-shaped blue eyes and long ash-blonde hair, she nodded a lot, and smiled shyly behind a veil of fear.
    “So my man tells me you made the pie yourself.”
    “I did!” Kara leaned forward like it was the most exciting thing she’d ever experienced in her simple little life. “But why he put it through that metal detector, I’ll never know!”
    Bill smiled, “Oh, that’s just a formality,” leaning back and throwing an arm around his bride. “What I don’t understand is, where you live. I thought I knew all my neighbors.”
    “Jim and I just moved in a month ago. I’ve been spending the last four whole weeks trying to fit in, and get Levi new friends. So many wonderful people but you just never know!”
    “No, you never do. And where did you move from?”
    Kara paused. She hadn’t thought about that, and was kicking herself as she threw out the first thing that came to her mind. “North Dakota.”
    Ever watchful, he nodded and smiled. “No accent.”
    “I’m from Mi…Montana originally.” Curragh had poked his head out and distracted her. He vanished again. “The lower part. Never really got an accent. So how long have you two been married?” She’d addressed the question to the young beauty, and smiled at her, waiting for only