Wolf in Plain Sight by Delilah Devlin Page B

“Was the testosterone stinking up the place or what?”
    Pia felt her lips twitching at the outrageous remark. “They are a bit overwhelming.”
    “Did you really shoot Quentin in the ass?” she asked, her face alight with laughter. “God, what I wouldn’t have given to see the look on his face.”
    “It was a Kodak moment, all right.”
    The two women burst into laughter. Pia felt the tension drain away. For the moment anyway, she was safe—and it looked like she might be given a second chance to redeem herself. She’d worry about how to keep her body solid around Max later.
    “Did I miss a joke?” a feminine voice said from behind Pia.
    Pia whirled.
    “Not a joke. But you’ll be sorry you missed it,” Emmy said. “Meet Pia. Pia, this is Quentin’s wife, Darcy.”
    Pia nodded to the woman then her gaze trailed downward. Darcy was reed-thin except for her very round belly. Quentin’s wife was pregnant. Pia gasped. “Are you a breeder?”
    “Not the kind you think,” Emmy said quickly. “The baby’s not Quent’s—but that’s a long story.”
    Pia looked from one woman to the next. They couldn’t be more different. One blond and voluptuous, with a face that sparkled as bright as Christmas lights. The other brunette, slender, and serene. But there was no mistaking the bond between them as they traded meaningful glances. Pia felt a twinge of envy for their friendship.
    “Pia is here to take care of Max, Darcy,” Emmy said in her cheery way.
    Pia nearly groaned aloud.
    “What’s to take care of?” Darcy asked, stiffening.
    “That’s a very good question.” Emmy turned back to Pia, her eyes narrowing. “You’re gonna have to spill, girlfriend.”
    “Shit.”
    *
    “So what was-sh Max like?” Emmy asked, her reddened eyes alight with curiosity.
    Pia wished her glass wasn’t empty, she could use another shot before she answered that one. She glanced over her shoulder to where the bottle sat on the kitchen counter—too far to walk. She sighed. “Intense.”
    “I bet.” Emmy burped and then giggled. “He looks like the kind who would walk through walls to get at a woman.”
    Pia’s cheeks filled with heat. “He is relentless.” She pursed her lips to keep from giggling, guessing it was probably time to stop drinking. She never giggled.
    Darcy’s mouth turned up at the corners. “Well, well. I always knew he had it in him.”
    Emmy leaned over the kitchen table and spread a generous daub of liverwurst on a cracker and popped it into her mouth. “Mmmm. Love organ meat. So’s Max…hung?” she asked, her hand covering her mouth.
    Darcy tilted back her head and groaned. “She’s obsessed.”
    “I’m not the only one,” Emmy snapped. “Lily carries a measuring tape.”
    Pia intercepted Darcy’s swift headshake and a glare in Emmy’s direction, and alarm bells rang. That was the second time she’d heard that name. Wasn’t it? She shook her head— big mistake , the room swirled. “Lily? There’s another woman in The Compound?”
    “Oops,” Emmy said, eyes rounded with guilt.
    “Joe’s wife,” Darcy said. “She’s ill.”
    “Oh.” The secretive glance the two women shared only heightened Pia’s curiosity. She tried to sit straighter in her chair. “Is she a vamp or human?”
    “Human, like me,” Darcy said, quickly. “So is Max…hung?”
    Her attempt to change the subject was too obvious to be casual, but Pia let it drop—Max’s penis was a much more interesting subject. “He’s impressive…especially for a human.”
    “I knew it!” Emmy said, slapping her palm against the table so loudly Darcy jumped.
    Pia on the other hand guessed her nerves were too well insulated. Not so much as a flinch. She lifted her glass to her mouth then cursed when she remembered it was empty.
    “The guys are always saying they’re just un-ush—unusually large for vampires.” Emmy smiled. “The braggarts. So tell me, have you ever had a vamp who couldn’t wield his cock like