more than that. She felt weird vibes emanating from him. His anxiety was rising. She took a glance outside at the moon. Almost full. By tomorrow she’d have him safely locked up at the mansion where she could keep watch during the transition.
Then her duty to Dylan would be finished.
And she could let him go, get him out of her life and off her mind. Return to some normalcy.
That’s what she needed—her real life back. She’d chalk up these feelings to a little mini-vacation from her regular routine. She wasn’t in love with Dylan. She never fell in love. Men were for fucking, not making a life with. Geez, what had she been thinking?
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Too much about Dylan, that’s what. She decided to look around The Joint and see if she could figure out who was there that looked out of place. The staff were all the same people.
No, wait. Bartender was new. She hadn’t seen him before. She motioned Joe over.
“Need refills already?” Joe asked.
Chantal smiled. “No. Just wondering about the bartender. New guy?” Joe glanced over his shoulder and frowned. “Oh. That’s Lance. He started about a month ago. Comes in and works late shift but has to leave before closing. Weird schedule but he’s a med student. He has to be on staff at the hospital so can’t stay for cleanup. We have to do his dirty work.” Joe shrugged. “Cushy schedule, huh?”
“Hmm. Sucks for the rest of you.”
He laughed. “He’s a nice enough guy and the ladies go crazy for him. Must be his pheromones or something but he draws them like flies to honey. I’ll have to figure out his secret,” he said with a wink.
After Joe left, Chantal slanted a look at the rest of them. “Okay, that’s strange.”
“Very,” Maia said. “Especially the pheromones part. If he’s lupine he might be deliberately drawing out the human females. They wouldn’t be able to resist him.”
“Which means he’s got a captive population, especially in a bar, and if they’ve been drinking, they’re easy marks. Asshole,” Noah said, grimacing.
“So what do we do now?” Chantal asked, focusing her attention on Dylan.
“We stay here and keep our eye on him. When he leaves tonight, we leave. See where he goes.”
“Our wolf from the park didn’t make his kill last night,” Noah added. “That means he’s hungry. If that dude behind the bar is our guy, he’ll want to finish what he started.”
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Chapter Seven
Didn’t it just figure that tonight Lance would stay until almost closing? But he finally finished up and left. And one of the women he’d been chatting up at the bar the entire night shot out the door right after him.
Damn good thing too, because if Dylan had to sit there one minute longer he was going to explode. His skin felt like it was prickling with some kind of rash. Every part of his body itched and burned and he was dying to shed his clothes and sit in an ice-cold bathtub.
He was boiling from the inside out.
And irritated. And antsy as hell. He wanted this case over with, wanted to find the killer and tear him to pieces. Food hadn’t calmed him down and this wasn’t exactly the type of place where he could fuck Chantal up against the wall to help ease his tension, so he did his best to ignore her.
Not that he could, with her sitting next to him. Her scent permeated his senses.
Primal, earthy, musky, like the sweetest honey, tantalizing him to take a taste of her.
Taste, hell. He wanted to devour her. The urges were growing stronger and he was finding it hard to control them.
“Let’s go.” He stood and pushed the chair back with his legs. It banged against the one behind him.
“Hey, dude, be careful,” the guy behind him said.
Dylan turned and growled at him. One more word and the scrawny little shit was going to go flying through the window. The guy took one look at Dylan, his eyes widened and he held up his hands.
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“Sorry,” the kid said. “No harm
Then her duty to Dylan would be finished.
And she could let him go, get him out of her life and off her mind. Return to some normalcy.
That’s what she needed—her real life back. She’d chalk up these feelings to a little mini-vacation from her regular routine. She wasn’t in love with Dylan. She never fell in love. Men were for fucking, not making a life with. Geez, what had she been thinking?
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Too much about Dylan, that’s what. She decided to look around The Joint and see if she could figure out who was there that looked out of place. The staff were all the same people.
No, wait. Bartender was new. She hadn’t seen him before. She motioned Joe over.
“Need refills already?” Joe asked.
Chantal smiled. “No. Just wondering about the bartender. New guy?” Joe glanced over his shoulder and frowned. “Oh. That’s Lance. He started about a month ago. Comes in and works late shift but has to leave before closing. Weird schedule but he’s a med student. He has to be on staff at the hospital so can’t stay for cleanup. We have to do his dirty work.” Joe shrugged. “Cushy schedule, huh?”
“Hmm. Sucks for the rest of you.”
He laughed. “He’s a nice enough guy and the ladies go crazy for him. Must be his pheromones or something but he draws them like flies to honey. I’ll have to figure out his secret,” he said with a wink.
After Joe left, Chantal slanted a look at the rest of them. “Okay, that’s strange.”
“Very,” Maia said. “Especially the pheromones part. If he’s lupine he might be deliberately drawing out the human females. They wouldn’t be able to resist him.”
“Which means he’s got a captive population, especially in a bar, and if they’ve been drinking, they’re easy marks. Asshole,” Noah said, grimacing.
“So what do we do now?” Chantal asked, focusing her attention on Dylan.
“We stay here and keep our eye on him. When he leaves tonight, we leave. See where he goes.”
“Our wolf from the park didn’t make his kill last night,” Noah added. “That means he’s hungry. If that dude behind the bar is our guy, he’ll want to finish what he started.”
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Jaci Burton
Chapter Seven
Didn’t it just figure that tonight Lance would stay until almost closing? But he finally finished up and left. And one of the women he’d been chatting up at the bar the entire night shot out the door right after him.
Damn good thing too, because if Dylan had to sit there one minute longer he was going to explode. His skin felt like it was prickling with some kind of rash. Every part of his body itched and burned and he was dying to shed his clothes and sit in an ice-cold bathtub.
He was boiling from the inside out.
And irritated. And antsy as hell. He wanted this case over with, wanted to find the killer and tear him to pieces. Food hadn’t calmed him down and this wasn’t exactly the type of place where he could fuck Chantal up against the wall to help ease his tension, so he did his best to ignore her.
Not that he could, with her sitting next to him. Her scent permeated his senses.
Primal, earthy, musky, like the sweetest honey, tantalizing him to take a taste of her.
Taste, hell. He wanted to devour her. The urges were growing stronger and he was finding it hard to control them.
“Let’s go.” He stood and pushed the chair back with his legs. It banged against the one behind him.
“Hey, dude, be careful,” the guy behind him said.
Dylan turned and growled at him. One more word and the scrawny little shit was going to go flying through the window. The guy took one look at Dylan, his eyes widened and he held up his hands.
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“Sorry,” the kid said. “No harm
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