people turning red with steam coming out of their ears, ready to pop their top.
She started to get up from the table when Clara shook her head. “No use gettin’ up, sugar. The boys are gonna fight out whatever is bothering them no matter how much we try to intercede.”
Jesse snorted. “What put a spur in his side?”
“Come again?” Alex hated all the weird turns of phrase.
“What is Clint so pissed about?”
“Someone put catnip in my cider last night. It had some less than desirable effects on me. Clint thinks Kane is responsible.”
“Oh shit, that wasn’t Kane , sugar—that was me.”
Both girls blinked at Clara while the words sunk in.
“It was you? Why would you drug me?”
“I didn’t mean to drug you. The catnip was for me. It helps me relax before bed. The cups must have gotten switched around.”
Jesse rose from the table muttering something about stupid males followed by a string of curses.
Alex follow ed and watched in awe as the leggy redhead pulled the two shifter males apart by their ears.
“Now you listen here, you will stop this fighting and apologize. Kane didn’t drug Alex. It was a misunderstanding.”
Clint growled at her.
She twisted his ear , turning the growl into a whine. “I told you, Clint Matthew, I don’t like it when you growl at me, not when we were kids and sure as heck not now.”
Kane snickered , earning a glare from her.
“Now apologize or do I have to get the hose?”
“He started it,” Kane grumbled.
“I don’t hear anything like an apology.”
She must have twisted Clint’s ear again.
“Ow, you harpy. Fine, I’m sorry.”
She looked expectantly at Kane . He rolled his eyes and looked at Clint.
“Even though you are the one that attacked me, I am sorry you were wrong.”
“That’s it. That was your apology?”
Kane shrugged.
“Whatever, now can we please go finish breakfast? I need to head into town. You still coming?”
“I’m not sure. You promise not to hurt me again?” A small smile formed at the edge of Kane’s mouth.
Jesse grinned. “Nope. Dust yourselves off before you come inside.”
Then she turned around and skipped up the steps and into the house.
Both men were rubbing their reddened ears when Alex smiled at their frowning faces, “You know, I really like her. She’s feisty.”
~****~
Clint was losing his ever-loving mind. Females would do that to a guy. His sister and his Little Cat sat across from the breakfast table giggling as if they were in high school. Meanwhile, he was next to Kane with his ear smarting to beat the dickens. How was he supposed to know that Kane didn’t put the stuff in her drink?
This morning had started out so promising. He hoped the events from last night hadn’t been just the catnip. He wanted her to want him. Because he wanted her like crazy. Maybe if he just s ealed the deal with her once he could get her out of his system. After all, their arrangement couldn’t be anything more than temporary. Unless, Jenny and Gryph returned and gave Alex the freedom she wanted. Then maybe.
He took a drink of his scalding hot coffee , letting the burn bring him to a clearer state of mind. The liquid mud coated his throat. Clara knew how he liked it. His momma had always said if you brew a pot of coffee and could put a horse shoe in and it would stand erect, then it was made right. He didn’t know if she had ever really tried it, but with as stiff as the brown liquid was he wouldn’t be surprised if it was more than just one of Clara’s charming sayings.
He couldn’t forget the ache in his gut from waking up next to Alex. Wanting to be closer to her but still being revved up from last night, he pushed her too far and made her literally run from his grasp.
No problem though he liked the c hase. It appealed to his inner predator. He could picture her in cat form darting between the sagebrush with moonlight shining down on her white pelt. He’d find her, pin her to the ground,
She started to get up from the table when Clara shook her head. “No use gettin’ up, sugar. The boys are gonna fight out whatever is bothering them no matter how much we try to intercede.”
Jesse snorted. “What put a spur in his side?”
“Come again?” Alex hated all the weird turns of phrase.
“What is Clint so pissed about?”
“Someone put catnip in my cider last night. It had some less than desirable effects on me. Clint thinks Kane is responsible.”
“Oh shit, that wasn’t Kane , sugar—that was me.”
Both girls blinked at Clara while the words sunk in.
“It was you? Why would you drug me?”
“I didn’t mean to drug you. The catnip was for me. It helps me relax before bed. The cups must have gotten switched around.”
Jesse rose from the table muttering something about stupid males followed by a string of curses.
Alex follow ed and watched in awe as the leggy redhead pulled the two shifter males apart by their ears.
“Now you listen here, you will stop this fighting and apologize. Kane didn’t drug Alex. It was a misunderstanding.”
Clint growled at her.
She twisted his ear , turning the growl into a whine. “I told you, Clint Matthew, I don’t like it when you growl at me, not when we were kids and sure as heck not now.”
Kane snickered , earning a glare from her.
“Now apologize or do I have to get the hose?”
“He started it,” Kane grumbled.
“I don’t hear anything like an apology.”
She must have twisted Clint’s ear again.
“Ow, you harpy. Fine, I’m sorry.”
She looked expectantly at Kane . He rolled his eyes and looked at Clint.
“Even though you are the one that attacked me, I am sorry you were wrong.”
“That’s it. That was your apology?”
Kane shrugged.
“Whatever, now can we please go finish breakfast? I need to head into town. You still coming?”
“I’m not sure. You promise not to hurt me again?” A small smile formed at the edge of Kane’s mouth.
Jesse grinned. “Nope. Dust yourselves off before you come inside.”
Then she turned around and skipped up the steps and into the house.
Both men were rubbing their reddened ears when Alex smiled at their frowning faces, “You know, I really like her. She’s feisty.”
~****~
Clint was losing his ever-loving mind. Females would do that to a guy. His sister and his Little Cat sat across from the breakfast table giggling as if they were in high school. Meanwhile, he was next to Kane with his ear smarting to beat the dickens. How was he supposed to know that Kane didn’t put the stuff in her drink?
This morning had started out so promising. He hoped the events from last night hadn’t been just the catnip. He wanted her to want him. Because he wanted her like crazy. Maybe if he just s ealed the deal with her once he could get her out of his system. After all, their arrangement couldn’t be anything more than temporary. Unless, Jenny and Gryph returned and gave Alex the freedom she wanted. Then maybe.
He took a drink of his scalding hot coffee , letting the burn bring him to a clearer state of mind. The liquid mud coated his throat. Clara knew how he liked it. His momma had always said if you brew a pot of coffee and could put a horse shoe in and it would stand erect, then it was made right. He didn’t know if she had ever really tried it, but with as stiff as the brown liquid was he wouldn’t be surprised if it was more than just one of Clara’s charming sayings.
He couldn’t forget the ache in his gut from waking up next to Alex. Wanting to be closer to her but still being revved up from last night, he pushed her too far and made her literally run from his grasp.
No problem though he liked the c hase. It appealed to his inner predator. He could picture her in cat form darting between the sagebrush with moonlight shining down on her white pelt. He’d find her, pin her to the ground,
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