eyes were narrowed and both of the twins looked tense and ready to go ten rounds with the first person to cross their way. Solo and Remy, the two other guys who’d joined them for dinner, were watching the exchange with frowns on their faces, but chose wisely to keep out of it. Probably the best thing they could do for their health.
“Is there a problem here?” Heath’s low, rumbling voice inquired, the big man appearing by the table.
Of course he’d pick now to come and have a few words. His expression was sullen, his lips pressed tight and he looked worriedly at Sable, who shook her head a little, imploring him to get out before shit really went down.
“No, we’re fine,” she croaked.
“Yeah, Locklear. Take a walk before I mash those teeth of yours against the fucking tile floor,” Cayman said, standing up fast and sizing the werebear up.
The diner went quiet, except for the other Shovelers players standing up from the booth. Sable knew that if she didn’t do something right away, there were going to be a lot of broken faces and arms in the Sunrise Diner in a couple of minutes.
She flung herself out of her seat and pressed herself between Cayman and Heath, one hand on each of their chests, pushing them apart. It was easier said than done because none of the men wanted to budge, with Caleb having risen from his seat as well, his jaw set and his beady eyes scouring for trouble. Sable had no doubt that given the slightest chance, both of her brothers would sock Heath and then a brawl would break out. There were at least eight hockey players at the diner and Sable doubted Cerise, the owner, would appreciate her place of business getting trashed.
“Heath, please go. We’re okay here. I promise,” she said hurriedly, looking up at Heath.
His body against hers felt good but she had to play this smart.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes flashing from brown back to green.
She hadn’t even noticed that he’d let the bear so close to the surface before his eyes turned back.
“I’m sure. Let’s not do anything any of us regrets later, okay?”
“Okay. But I’m only doing this because you asked me to,” he said, his whisper so quiet that it remained between Sable and him despite their close quarters with her twin stepbrothers.
“Yeah, you better fucking walk away,” Cayman huffed as Heath peeled away, heading straight for the door, only grabbing his jacket on the way out.
Sable let out a quick breath, and when she looked around, giving an awkward smile, she could see that there had been more than one local ready to jump in. Shifter Grove didn’t fuck around with confrontations like that in a public place. She could see the sheriff, Diesel, slowly sitting back down, and the guys who were responsible for building most of the town, the Warfang twins, turned back to their meals as well.
“Let’s just settle down here, okay?” Sable asked, shooing her brothers to get their asses back in the seats. “Try not to beat someone to death every time you think they’ve wronged you.”
“I’m serious, Sable. If you’ve been fucking around with him, you better stop. I won’t promise to be nice to that motherfucker on or off the ice,” Cayman said, his jaw still clenched and his body practically vibrating with rage.
That way, he sort of looked like a very large, very pissed-off toddler. But Sable knew that this guy could punch through concrete if he had to, making his fussy spells a lot more dangerous.
“Right,” she said, pushing her plate away and grabbing her phone off the table. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. I wonder why that is.”
The game couldn’t come fast enough. Both because the Predators and the Shovelers might rip one another apart in a town Shifter Grove’s size, and because Sable was losing her mind staying away from Heath for so long.
Who the hell am I supposed to root for now?
She grabbed her coat and got out of the diner. Life had a really crappy way of going from
“Is there a problem here?” Heath’s low, rumbling voice inquired, the big man appearing by the table.
Of course he’d pick now to come and have a few words. His expression was sullen, his lips pressed tight and he looked worriedly at Sable, who shook her head a little, imploring him to get out before shit really went down.
“No, we’re fine,” she croaked.
“Yeah, Locklear. Take a walk before I mash those teeth of yours against the fucking tile floor,” Cayman said, standing up fast and sizing the werebear up.
The diner went quiet, except for the other Shovelers players standing up from the booth. Sable knew that if she didn’t do something right away, there were going to be a lot of broken faces and arms in the Sunrise Diner in a couple of minutes.
She flung herself out of her seat and pressed herself between Cayman and Heath, one hand on each of their chests, pushing them apart. It was easier said than done because none of the men wanted to budge, with Caleb having risen from his seat as well, his jaw set and his beady eyes scouring for trouble. Sable had no doubt that given the slightest chance, both of her brothers would sock Heath and then a brawl would break out. There were at least eight hockey players at the diner and Sable doubted Cerise, the owner, would appreciate her place of business getting trashed.
“Heath, please go. We’re okay here. I promise,” she said hurriedly, looking up at Heath.
His body against hers felt good but she had to play this smart.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes flashing from brown back to green.
She hadn’t even noticed that he’d let the bear so close to the surface before his eyes turned back.
“I’m sure. Let’s not do anything any of us regrets later, okay?”
“Okay. But I’m only doing this because you asked me to,” he said, his whisper so quiet that it remained between Sable and him despite their close quarters with her twin stepbrothers.
“Yeah, you better fucking walk away,” Cayman huffed as Heath peeled away, heading straight for the door, only grabbing his jacket on the way out.
Sable let out a quick breath, and when she looked around, giving an awkward smile, she could see that there had been more than one local ready to jump in. Shifter Grove didn’t fuck around with confrontations like that in a public place. She could see the sheriff, Diesel, slowly sitting back down, and the guys who were responsible for building most of the town, the Warfang twins, turned back to their meals as well.
“Let’s just settle down here, okay?” Sable asked, shooing her brothers to get their asses back in the seats. “Try not to beat someone to death every time you think they’ve wronged you.”
“I’m serious, Sable. If you’ve been fucking around with him, you better stop. I won’t promise to be nice to that motherfucker on or off the ice,” Cayman said, his jaw still clenched and his body practically vibrating with rage.
That way, he sort of looked like a very large, very pissed-off toddler. But Sable knew that this guy could punch through concrete if he had to, making his fussy spells a lot more dangerous.
“Right,” she said, pushing her plate away and grabbing her phone off the table. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. I wonder why that is.”
The game couldn’t come fast enough. Both because the Predators and the Shovelers might rip one another apart in a town Shifter Grove’s size, and because Sable was losing her mind staying away from Heath for so long.
Who the hell am I supposed to root for now?
She grabbed her coat and got out of the diner. Life had a really crappy way of going from
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