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Authors: Anya Nowlan
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waiting for the right moment?
I should never have stayed in one place for so long. And why the fuck did I have to come so close to Bitterroot anyway? Like I’m asking to get mauled.
Naturally, he hadn’t been very cheery since the run-in with the gangly-looking man. He kept trying to place him, but he couldn’t. Battle was sure the man was younger than him, but Argo had been an uncharacteristically tall and strong wolf shifter, so it couldn’t be him. Who then? Had Adriana hired someone to come after him? Did she even remember he existed as something other than her brother’s murderer?
Battle’s face twisted in anger and the ax came down hard and heavy on the trunk of the wide pine, making the tree shudder. When at first he’d taken Keesha with him to keep her company while he worked, now it was all about her safety. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Of course, he’d tried to send her back to Boston – Slate would have been willing to fly her out the same evening – but Keesha had refused point-blank.
“What kind of woman would I be if I ran away from a fight, huh? You’re not going to get rid of me that easy, Battle.”
He still grinned when he thought of it. She was brave. As stubborn as he was, but brave. And when she’d thrown her arms around him and kissed him, he couldn’t find the strength to argue anymore. If that was how she wanted it, he’d keep her away from anything that could harm her, even if it cost him his life. It seemed like a cheap price to pay for one’s mate.
His grip faltered for a moment at the thought and the ax almost flew out of his hands. Sighing, he straightened up and looked over to Keesha. She was wiggling her plump butt a little, getting a better stance to break down one of the trees that would just be used for firewood. Damn, she was cute in her hardhat and goggles, swinging that ax around like she knew what she was doing. It had been her idea through and through, demanding to help out if she was to sit around at the site all day anyway.
Battle didn’t mind. In fact, he preferred it if she got handy with something that could be used to bash in a wolf’s head if need be. And seeing her sweat and huff over the work all day and then collapse into his arms at night, well, that was well worth her occasional cursing at the uncooperative timber. Stealing glances at her all the time was distracting, but he loved seeing that booty swing and the way she caught her lower lip when she was concentrating… Made a man just about lose his mind.
He was shaken out of his distracted thoughts by the sound of a car trundling down the narrow forest path somewhere in the distance. Immediately, he straightened up and felt the grip on his ax get tighter.
“Keesha, come here, baby,” he called, trying to keep his voice calm, but the growl still crept in there.
She did as he asked, though he noticed the little frown she wore as she walked over to him. He stood in front of her, instinctively covering her body with his. Whatever wanted to get at her would have to go through him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Smart girl, she’d hung on to her weapon as well.
“Probably nothing,” Battle said.
Just one person knew where they were in the forest. When the truck appeared at the end of the path that led to Battle and Keesha, Battle’s shoulders relaxed and he stuck the ax down into a tree stump.
“It’s nothing, just Warren. We’re good.”
Warren drove his big truck up to them and parked. He hopped out and smiled widely, that friendly cowboy hospitality oozing out of every pore. Battle liked him. Warren was laid back and calm and didn’t get rattled by much. He was the right guy to keep Shifter Grove on the path that the original founders had envisioned for it and, so far, he was doing a bang-up job.
Warren took his hat off and offered his hand to Keesha, who took it and shook it firmly.
“Miss. I’m Warren,” he said, smiling.
“Keesha. A pleasure to meet
I should never have stayed in one place for so long. And why the fuck did I have to come so close to Bitterroot anyway? Like I’m asking to get mauled.
Naturally, he hadn’t been very cheery since the run-in with the gangly-looking man. He kept trying to place him, but he couldn’t. Battle was sure the man was younger than him, but Argo had been an uncharacteristically tall and strong wolf shifter, so it couldn’t be him. Who then? Had Adriana hired someone to come after him? Did she even remember he existed as something other than her brother’s murderer?
Battle’s face twisted in anger and the ax came down hard and heavy on the trunk of the wide pine, making the tree shudder. When at first he’d taken Keesha with him to keep her company while he worked, now it was all about her safety. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Of course, he’d tried to send her back to Boston – Slate would have been willing to fly her out the same evening – but Keesha had refused point-blank.
“What kind of woman would I be if I ran away from a fight, huh? You’re not going to get rid of me that easy, Battle.”
He still grinned when he thought of it. She was brave. As stubborn as he was, but brave. And when she’d thrown her arms around him and kissed him, he couldn’t find the strength to argue anymore. If that was how she wanted it, he’d keep her away from anything that could harm her, even if it cost him his life. It seemed like a cheap price to pay for one’s mate.
His grip faltered for a moment at the thought and the ax almost flew out of his hands. Sighing, he straightened up and looked over to Keesha. She was wiggling her plump butt a little, getting a better stance to break down one of the trees that would just be used for firewood. Damn, she was cute in her hardhat and goggles, swinging that ax around like she knew what she was doing. It had been her idea through and through, demanding to help out if she was to sit around at the site all day anyway.
Battle didn’t mind. In fact, he preferred it if she got handy with something that could be used to bash in a wolf’s head if need be. And seeing her sweat and huff over the work all day and then collapse into his arms at night, well, that was well worth her occasional cursing at the uncooperative timber. Stealing glances at her all the time was distracting, but he loved seeing that booty swing and the way she caught her lower lip when she was concentrating… Made a man just about lose his mind.
He was shaken out of his distracted thoughts by the sound of a car trundling down the narrow forest path somewhere in the distance. Immediately, he straightened up and felt the grip on his ax get tighter.
“Keesha, come here, baby,” he called, trying to keep his voice calm, but the growl still crept in there.
She did as he asked, though he noticed the little frown she wore as she walked over to him. He stood in front of her, instinctively covering her body with his. Whatever wanted to get at her would have to go through him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Smart girl, she’d hung on to her weapon as well.
“Probably nothing,” Battle said.
Just one person knew where they were in the forest. When the truck appeared at the end of the path that led to Battle and Keesha, Battle’s shoulders relaxed and he stuck the ax down into a tree stump.
“It’s nothing, just Warren. We’re good.”
Warren drove his big truck up to them and parked. He hopped out and smiled widely, that friendly cowboy hospitality oozing out of every pore. Battle liked him. Warren was laid back and calm and didn’t get rattled by much. He was the right guy to keep Shifter Grove on the path that the original founders had envisioned for it and, so far, he was doing a bang-up job.
Warren took his hat off and offered his hand to Keesha, who took it and shook it firmly.
“Miss. I’m Warren,” he said, smiling.
“Keesha. A pleasure to meet
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