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paying attention?”
“I didn’t think they’d actually show up. They left this morning and I thought they were gone for good. Which reminds me, why the hell did you tell them to drug me? They could have been murdering rapists and you gave them permission to incapacitate me!” Naomi’s tone got higher and higher as her pent up frustration vented.
“Watch your tone with me, young lady. I know you and your penchant for making mountains out of molehills. Your body needed to rest. I made sure you got it, and look at you, already almost healed. But do I get any thanks for being a caring parent? Oh no, I get yelled at.” Her mom turned to face her, her hands flinging upward and matching her facial expression of ‘Why me?’
Naomi snorted. “That guilt trip speech might work on dad and the boys, but don’t forget I learned from you.”
Her mother dropped the pretense and grinned. “Just keeping you in practice. Now as to your beaus, what do you think of them?”
“You tell me. Apparently, you’ve spoken with them more than I have.” Naomi snagged a roll out of the wicker basket and nibbled on it as she perched on a stool.
“Well, that Javier, he’s definitely a charmer. You should see the flowers he brought me. I get the impression he’s a little shocked by his meeting you.”
“Shock or not, that didn’t stop him from trying to get a piece this morning,” Naomi related with a blush. “The man’s a walking sex ad and he knows it.”
“Oh, so you’re not immune to his charm?” Her mother’s bright eyes missed nothing.
“Horny doesn’t mean I’m going to tie myself to him. He’s a bloody jock, for god’s sake. And a womanizer. That doesn’t spell happily ever after if you ask me.”
“Your father was quite the lady’s man before I came into his life. He chased and bedded anything in a skirt. But that all changed once he met me. It will happen with Javier too. You’ll see. The mating bond will keep him true,” her mother assured. “If not, then he’ll learn the mistake of his ways.” Her mother held up the carving knife with an evil glint in her eye.
Naomi choked on her bread. “Mom!”
As if she hadn’t clued in to the fact she’d just promised bloody violence, her mother continued blithely on as she sliced the roast. “That Ethan, what a polite boy. A little bit shy, but so sweet. I get the impression he’s already quite smitten with you.”
“The man is a beast. Have you seen the size of his hands? He’d probably break every goddamned thing I own.”
“I don’t think you’re giving him enough credit,” her mother intoned, carrying the carved roast on a platter to the dining room while Naomi followed, her own hands full with a basket of buns and a dish of butter. “I saw how gentle he treated you yesterday when you fainted.”
“The whole thing is moot anyway. I don’t want shifter mates. I want a nice quiet human who won’t require me to remodel the house every few months. You, them and a whole army of believers in fate won’t convince me to join with them. I have no intention of living in a war zone and needing to buy crazy glue by the case.”
“And you are deluding yourself if you think you can escape your destiny,” her mother snorted before bellowing, “Dinner!” Small woman, big lungs, Naomi cringed as her mother’s bellow right beside her made her ears ring.
A herd of men stampeded into the dining room, still jostling for position even after all these years. Only two chairs were never fought over—mama would kill them if they even dared touch the ones at the foot and head of the table. As if preplanned, Naomi ended up situated between Javier and Ethan. The large table had no trouble accommodating them all. Actually, it could have handled more, which was why she ended up with all her brothers across from her, still scowling.
For some reason, their attitude irritated her. She knew her reasons for not wanting Javier and Ethan here. What the hell was
“I didn’t think they’d actually show up. They left this morning and I thought they were gone for good. Which reminds me, why the hell did you tell them to drug me? They could have been murdering rapists and you gave them permission to incapacitate me!” Naomi’s tone got higher and higher as her pent up frustration vented.
“Watch your tone with me, young lady. I know you and your penchant for making mountains out of molehills. Your body needed to rest. I made sure you got it, and look at you, already almost healed. But do I get any thanks for being a caring parent? Oh no, I get yelled at.” Her mom turned to face her, her hands flinging upward and matching her facial expression of ‘Why me?’
Naomi snorted. “That guilt trip speech might work on dad and the boys, but don’t forget I learned from you.”
Her mother dropped the pretense and grinned. “Just keeping you in practice. Now as to your beaus, what do you think of them?”
“You tell me. Apparently, you’ve spoken with them more than I have.” Naomi snagged a roll out of the wicker basket and nibbled on it as she perched on a stool.
“Well, that Javier, he’s definitely a charmer. You should see the flowers he brought me. I get the impression he’s a little shocked by his meeting you.”
“Shock or not, that didn’t stop him from trying to get a piece this morning,” Naomi related with a blush. “The man’s a walking sex ad and he knows it.”
“Oh, so you’re not immune to his charm?” Her mother’s bright eyes missed nothing.
“Horny doesn’t mean I’m going to tie myself to him. He’s a bloody jock, for god’s sake. And a womanizer. That doesn’t spell happily ever after if you ask me.”
“Your father was quite the lady’s man before I came into his life. He chased and bedded anything in a skirt. But that all changed once he met me. It will happen with Javier too. You’ll see. The mating bond will keep him true,” her mother assured. “If not, then he’ll learn the mistake of his ways.” Her mother held up the carving knife with an evil glint in her eye.
Naomi choked on her bread. “Mom!”
As if she hadn’t clued in to the fact she’d just promised bloody violence, her mother continued blithely on as she sliced the roast. “That Ethan, what a polite boy. A little bit shy, but so sweet. I get the impression he’s already quite smitten with you.”
“The man is a beast. Have you seen the size of his hands? He’d probably break every goddamned thing I own.”
“I don’t think you’re giving him enough credit,” her mother intoned, carrying the carved roast on a platter to the dining room while Naomi followed, her own hands full with a basket of buns and a dish of butter. “I saw how gentle he treated you yesterday when you fainted.”
“The whole thing is moot anyway. I don’t want shifter mates. I want a nice quiet human who won’t require me to remodel the house every few months. You, them and a whole army of believers in fate won’t convince me to join with them. I have no intention of living in a war zone and needing to buy crazy glue by the case.”
“And you are deluding yourself if you think you can escape your destiny,” her mother snorted before bellowing, “Dinner!” Small woman, big lungs, Naomi cringed as her mother’s bellow right beside her made her ears ring.
A herd of men stampeded into the dining room, still jostling for position even after all these years. Only two chairs were never fought over—mama would kill them if they even dared touch the ones at the foot and head of the table. As if preplanned, Naomi ended up situated between Javier and Ethan. The large table had no trouble accommodating them all. Actually, it could have handled more, which was why she ended up with all her brothers across from her, still scowling.
For some reason, their attitude irritated her. She knew her reasons for not wanting Javier and Ethan here. What the hell was
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