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charm.
On the
drive in they passed both the main house, a second red brick building with a
pool Logan called the club house, and a state of the art garage. They parked
between the main house and the clubhouse.
She
didn’t really know what to expect when she stepped out of the vehicle with
Logan. Cleo came out of the front seat and looked over the car, and then at
Xena, her eyes apologetic. "I am just saying up front that I am so, so,
so very sorry, for whatever my brother does, or says, and hope that you will
not judge us for the actions of one." She sucked in a breath and raised
her chin looking stoic, though the humor was in the back of her eyes still.
"Try to remember that we have to make allowances for those with special
needs."
"I
heard that," came the affronted answer from the other side of the SUV.
Followed by the appearance of Ian Gibbs, teenager, and while she was not going
to say it out loud in front of either the man boy or her Cowboy, the boy was
smokin' hot and the sight of all that golden Lion male in his prime, was at least
worth a look. So she looked.
When Ian
caught sight of Xena, he did not just look, he screeched to a halt, almost
tripping over his big, lion feet.
His eyes
lit up and his voice went hushed. "Please tell me, that's for me."
Xena
snorted in amusement but quickly bit her humor back when Logan glared from the
boy man to her. She gave him wide innocent eyes, ‘cause really if he was in
his wolf form his hackles would be up, and as far as she was concerned she had
done nothing but stand there. Though, she could admit she had gone to pains
with her wardrobe. She usually did when she was not stealing shit, or
preparing for bloodstains.
Her pencil
skirt was brown leather, fitted close to her knees, her heels high, nude
colored leather with thin straps at the ankle, and pointed toes that extended
the length of her legs beautifully. Her thin, cream sweater top was high at
the neck with three quarter length sleeves that fit tight on the arms and hung
diagonally over the high waistline of the leather skirt.
Her
hair, she let fall in its usual, completely straight, waterfall down her back.
Side parted and sleek, it went well with the subtle make-up and barely there lip-gloss.
She was going for polished, put together, and hot. As she should, when meeting
the pack of her would be mate for the first time.
She
looked good. She knew it. And if she had any doubt, the look Logan pinned her
with when she was finally ready, and joined him in the main part of the plane,
would have told her. And if she still had doubts, Cleo's once over and thumbs
up, when she joined them, would have cinched it.
Though,
the look of pure avarice in the boy lions eyes when he caught sight of her in
her pretty clothes? A bit much.
She
heard a growl, and realized it was coming from Logan when he spoke; the grit in
his voice like a mile of bad road, his wolf was so close to the surface. Xena
blinked at the unexpected sight of Logan on the edge.
"No,"
Logan emphasized. "Mine." He bit the word off with a snap of
teeth. "My mate."
Xena did
not bother taking exception to the heavy-handed claim, or the way he stepped in
front of her blocking most of her from the lions view. She was too busy biting
back another laugh because the teenage Lothario did not even spare the
dangerous predator at her side a glance.
"Where
do you people find them ?" he asked, still in that reverent tone,
taking her in as much as possible around the Alpha male blocking her with his
vibrating body.
Since
Logan was usually so laid back and smooth, this sudden switch to caveman was
pretty funny. She was not the only one finding it so, because she clearly
heard Cleo snorting back her own laugh at the ridiculous male posturing. But
enough was enough. The boy clearly had no sense of self preservation, and
since she didn’t want the silly boy’s death on her conscience, she moved into
the vibrating
On the
drive in they passed both the main house, a second red brick building with a
pool Logan called the club house, and a state of the art garage. They parked
between the main house and the clubhouse.
She
didn’t really know what to expect when she stepped out of the vehicle with
Logan. Cleo came out of the front seat and looked over the car, and then at
Xena, her eyes apologetic. "I am just saying up front that I am so, so,
so very sorry, for whatever my brother does, or says, and hope that you will
not judge us for the actions of one." She sucked in a breath and raised
her chin looking stoic, though the humor was in the back of her eyes still.
"Try to remember that we have to make allowances for those with special
needs."
"I
heard that," came the affronted answer from the other side of the SUV.
Followed by the appearance of Ian Gibbs, teenager, and while she was not going
to say it out loud in front of either the man boy or her Cowboy, the boy was
smokin' hot and the sight of all that golden Lion male in his prime, was at least
worth a look. So she looked.
When Ian
caught sight of Xena, he did not just look, he screeched to a halt, almost
tripping over his big, lion feet.
His eyes
lit up and his voice went hushed. "Please tell me, that's for me."
Xena
snorted in amusement but quickly bit her humor back when Logan glared from the
boy man to her. She gave him wide innocent eyes, ‘cause really if he was in
his wolf form his hackles would be up, and as far as she was concerned she had
done nothing but stand there. Though, she could admit she had gone to pains
with her wardrobe. She usually did when she was not stealing shit, or
preparing for bloodstains.
Her pencil
skirt was brown leather, fitted close to her knees, her heels high, nude
colored leather with thin straps at the ankle, and pointed toes that extended
the length of her legs beautifully. Her thin, cream sweater top was high at
the neck with three quarter length sleeves that fit tight on the arms and hung
diagonally over the high waistline of the leather skirt.
Her
hair, she let fall in its usual, completely straight, waterfall down her back.
Side parted and sleek, it went well with the subtle make-up and barely there lip-gloss.
She was going for polished, put together, and hot. As she should, when meeting
the pack of her would be mate for the first time.
She
looked good. She knew it. And if she had any doubt, the look Logan pinned her
with when she was finally ready, and joined him in the main part of the plane,
would have told her. And if she still had doubts, Cleo's once over and thumbs
up, when she joined them, would have cinched it.
Though,
the look of pure avarice in the boy lions eyes when he caught sight of her in
her pretty clothes? A bit much.
She
heard a growl, and realized it was coming from Logan when he spoke; the grit in
his voice like a mile of bad road, his wolf was so close to the surface. Xena
blinked at the unexpected sight of Logan on the edge.
"No,"
Logan emphasized. "Mine." He bit the word off with a snap of
teeth. "My mate."
Xena did
not bother taking exception to the heavy-handed claim, or the way he stepped in
front of her blocking most of her from the lions view. She was too busy biting
back another laugh because the teenage Lothario did not even spare the
dangerous predator at her side a glance.
"Where
do you people find them ?" he asked, still in that reverent tone,
taking her in as much as possible around the Alpha male blocking her with his
vibrating body.
Since
Logan was usually so laid back and smooth, this sudden switch to caveman was
pretty funny. She was not the only one finding it so, because she clearly
heard Cleo snorting back her own laugh at the ridiculous male posturing. But
enough was enough. The boy clearly had no sense of self preservation, and
since she didn’t want the silly boy’s death on her conscience, she moved into
the vibrating
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