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just trying to follow the rules Max set forth. Always be cautious of strangers.”
“That husband of mine is a good pack leader, but he borders paranoid. It’s Christmas, for heaven’s sake. To think other pack members won’t have family coming from out of town to visit is crazy.”
Viv nodded, her suspicion melting away. “You’re probably right. Okay, I’m out. So wish me luck.”
JC rubbed her friend’s arms with her typically easy smile. “Why ever would you, Viv The Vixen, need luck?”
Good point. “You know, I don’t know. I just feel like this is a little different…No, I take that back. It’s a lot different than my usual fare, and I can’t put my finger on why. I have a ton of theories, most of which kept me up last night. The only thing I do know is I get a little nervous, and giddy, worrying about screwing things up. Totally not like me, but there you have it.”
JC’s eyes went wide with obvious shock. “It must be love. I’ve never seen you like this, all off your game.”
Viv gave her a tight hug to hide her stupid grin. “It’s no such thing. Two days isn’t long enough to fall in love.”
JC leaned back in her embrace. “Says the woman who assured me a month was plenty of time to decide to mate with a werewolf.”
“That’s thirty days, not two. Now, no more talk of love. We haven’t even kissed-kissed each other yet. Maybe he has sloppy lips or kisses like he’s searching for your soul by way of the interior of your mouth. Now, I’m out.”
She pressed a kiss to her friend’s cheek and heard the sound of JC’s laughter as she headed out of the salon onto the curb to head home before she had to protest anything else.
As she walked toward the cluster of houses and cabins belonging to the Adams family, her step was light despite the cold and yet more falling snow.
No. It wasn’t love yet. But it was something. Something magnetic and tugging her toward a path she hadn’t yet traveled.
And it was invigorating.
Warmth bloomed in her belly once more.
She was going to see Jagger tonight—which left her just short of doing a Maria von Trapp from The Sound of Music right in the middle of the square.
Chapter 6
V iv stood outside the cottage, shielding her eyes from the stray snowflakes falling as Jagger precariously balanced on the ladder, hanging twinkling lights along the A-frame’s roofline.
He’d decided that on top of decorating the Christmas tree they’d bought while sipping hot chocolate and strolling the rows of trees, she needed lights outside, too. After digging through the shed next to the cottage, where she’d remembered seeing boxes labeled “Christmas” when she’d stored the very few things she’d brought from Hoboken, they’d hit the jackpot.
So they’d thrown together a pot of spaghetti sauce, and some meatballs he’d made himself, to simmer on the stove, settled Scar in the living room by the tiny fireplace, where the BSB Boys and JT took advantage of his good nature, and set off outside to deck out the cottage.
Jagger had used his phone to queue up Christmas music, setting it on the rocking chair on the small front porch, the strains filling the air in swells and dips, then climbed up on the roof.
She winced as the ladder wobbled, wrapping her hands around either side of the aluminum to steady it. His tight butt, not far from her view, wasn’t making her mad either.
“You’re going to kill yourself up there, Doggy Doctor! Please be careful. What will the pets of Cedar Glen do if their only vet breaks his legs?”
Jagger barked a laugh into the night. “I’d hope their owners bring casseroles to aid my speedy recovery. Have you had Faith’s tuna noodle casserole? It’s almost worth an injury. I think I saw Jesus the first time I ate it.”
She grinned up at him as she handed him another strand of lights. “I have. She’s forced me to break every rule I ever had about eating a portion of anything bigger than the size of my
“That husband of mine is a good pack leader, but he borders paranoid. It’s Christmas, for heaven’s sake. To think other pack members won’t have family coming from out of town to visit is crazy.”
Viv nodded, her suspicion melting away. “You’re probably right. Okay, I’m out. So wish me luck.”
JC rubbed her friend’s arms with her typically easy smile. “Why ever would you, Viv The Vixen, need luck?”
Good point. “You know, I don’t know. I just feel like this is a little different…No, I take that back. It’s a lot different than my usual fare, and I can’t put my finger on why. I have a ton of theories, most of which kept me up last night. The only thing I do know is I get a little nervous, and giddy, worrying about screwing things up. Totally not like me, but there you have it.”
JC’s eyes went wide with obvious shock. “It must be love. I’ve never seen you like this, all off your game.”
Viv gave her a tight hug to hide her stupid grin. “It’s no such thing. Two days isn’t long enough to fall in love.”
JC leaned back in her embrace. “Says the woman who assured me a month was plenty of time to decide to mate with a werewolf.”
“That’s thirty days, not two. Now, no more talk of love. We haven’t even kissed-kissed each other yet. Maybe he has sloppy lips or kisses like he’s searching for your soul by way of the interior of your mouth. Now, I’m out.”
She pressed a kiss to her friend’s cheek and heard the sound of JC’s laughter as she headed out of the salon onto the curb to head home before she had to protest anything else.
As she walked toward the cluster of houses and cabins belonging to the Adams family, her step was light despite the cold and yet more falling snow.
No. It wasn’t love yet. But it was something. Something magnetic and tugging her toward a path she hadn’t yet traveled.
And it was invigorating.
Warmth bloomed in her belly once more.
She was going to see Jagger tonight—which left her just short of doing a Maria von Trapp from The Sound of Music right in the middle of the square.
Chapter 6
V iv stood outside the cottage, shielding her eyes from the stray snowflakes falling as Jagger precariously balanced on the ladder, hanging twinkling lights along the A-frame’s roofline.
He’d decided that on top of decorating the Christmas tree they’d bought while sipping hot chocolate and strolling the rows of trees, she needed lights outside, too. After digging through the shed next to the cottage, where she’d remembered seeing boxes labeled “Christmas” when she’d stored the very few things she’d brought from Hoboken, they’d hit the jackpot.
So they’d thrown together a pot of spaghetti sauce, and some meatballs he’d made himself, to simmer on the stove, settled Scar in the living room by the tiny fireplace, where the BSB Boys and JT took advantage of his good nature, and set off outside to deck out the cottage.
Jagger had used his phone to queue up Christmas music, setting it on the rocking chair on the small front porch, the strains filling the air in swells and dips, then climbed up on the roof.
She winced as the ladder wobbled, wrapping her hands around either side of the aluminum to steady it. His tight butt, not far from her view, wasn’t making her mad either.
“You’re going to kill yourself up there, Doggy Doctor! Please be careful. What will the pets of Cedar Glen do if their only vet breaks his legs?”
Jagger barked a laugh into the night. “I’d hope their owners bring casseroles to aid my speedy recovery. Have you had Faith’s tuna noodle casserole? It’s almost worth an injury. I think I saw Jesus the first time I ate it.”
She grinned up at him as she handed him another strand of lights. “I have. She’s forced me to break every rule I ever had about eating a portion of anything bigger than the size of my
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