nachos were closest to her, along with a capped paper cup wafting the rich smell of coffee. “Will you lose a lot of property to Bruiser’s temper?”
“I managed to get hold of a neighbor, but I’m not worried about a few things.” She considered telling Gabriel about the harem, but as he was only human, what could he do? “She’ll get word to the others. They’re safe, and anything I really treasure is home with my mom.” She thought briefly of her dad’s antique journal, the only thing she had left of his.
Then, because she was sitting beside Dr. Light, calling him Gabriel, she asked the question he’d evaded before but that she was burning to know. “So how did you know something was wrong when you called me? Really?”
He mumbled, “It’s complicated.”
She wilted. Evasion. He was hiding something.
And that answered any questions about her attraction to him, didn’t it? Mating was sex but real bonding required more than physical attraction. It needed trust and love, openness and truth.
Unless he had a good reason not to tell her everything. Her insides perked up and her wolf yipped.
She rolled mental eyes at herself. Any other male and she’d brush her hands and walk away. But because this was sexy Gabriel Light, she’d make allowances.
That, and he bought me food. She reached for a nacho. His hand was already there.
Their fingers met.
His were warm and so very large. Male. The sensation of other burned through her.
He made a small, choked sound, buried his fingers into the mass of chips, pulled out a clump that stuck together, and crammed the whole thing into his mouth.
She felt her face flame and pretended he hadn’t just rejected her in the most basic way possible, picking out her own chip and daintily nibbling. “Not that I’m not glad you called. But it was almost like you knew I was in trouble.”
“I…” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t know, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized Bruce, or Bruiser, wasn’t the kind to let things go. You’d listed him as your emergency contact, and my employment verification service harvested his information, including his social media. I checked that, and he’d posted some disturbing bits, so I phoned you.”
“Oh.” That made sense, actually. Bruiser was a bit careless with LookAtMe sites.
“Getting back to the reason I knocked you up…I mean woke you up…Cap’n Crunch me. I also need to apologize.”
“For what? You rescued me.”
“Yes, but then I dragged you out here. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have, but my sister is in trouble. I’d have made sure you were somewhere safe, but I couldn’t wait to catch another ferry.”
“I understand. Where family is concerned, we’d do anything.” She picked up another nacho, stretching gooey cheese, and popped it in her mouth, eyes closing in pleasure.
Opening them, she was surprised to find his gaze riveted to her lips, pupils dilated to the size of planets.
Are those his bedroom eyes?
She tried to swallow, realized she had nachos in her mouth, and chewed instead. When she could finally speak she said, “Actually, this might work out better. Things have changed back home. It’s a perfect opportunity to visit, since it’s only a few hours away from where we’re landing. When we get to Wisconsin, if you can find someone else to cover the bench, well, I’m catching a bus to Matinsfield.”
He blinked. “No, don’t.”
Disappointment seared her. Don’t go home? But how will I be safe from Bruiser? “Is it because I promised to take care of things at the store while you were gone? Or because I’ve only been working there a couple months? I know I don’t have any vacation coming, but—”
“No, I mean, yes, go to Matinsfield. I can certainly understand why you wouldn’t want to be anywhere near Bruiser for a while. As far as the bench goes, well, we both have bigger worries right now. I’ll ask Carol to do what she can remotely and
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