behind him, Amber pulled Blake farther into the cabin, leading him towards the bed at the far side of the room.
“Honey, didn’t know you were in such a hurry to get me into bed,” Blake chided, gladly taking a seat on the soft mattress.
Amber refrained from slugging him. “Oh, be quiet. You haven’t changed a bit.” Biting her lip to keep from smiling, Blake had always been able to make her smile.
Adam stood by the closed door. His face lit with a smile and exclaimed, “I saw your name in the police report! So it is you!”
From the bed, Blake stared at her. As a woman, Amber was even more beautiful. Long black hair held by a clip at the base of her neck showed off the gentle curve of her face and slender neck. Staring into her chocolate brown eyes, his eyes traveled down to the soft full lips, remembering how they had tasted.
Amber saw the look that crossed his face, stepped back and got straight to the point. “Blake, what are you doing here?”
“I had to see you, to know that it was really you, and to thank you. You saved my life.” Blake made himself at home on her bed. Turning, he threw his legs up on top of her quilted comforter, leaning his back cautiously against the headboard.
“Let’s call it even.” Amber responded then groused, “Just make yourself comfortable,” she wasn’t used to having a man on her bed, let alone two men in her small cabin.
Her one room cabin was a good size. There was just enough space for a small living and kitchen area and her full size bed. The two men engulfed the space she had previously thought to be perfect.
Adam was as big as Blake, but his hair was a lighter shade of brown. His eyes were a startling blue, whereas Blake's were a soft caramel. And at the moment, both sets of eyes were staring at her. She motioned towards Adam, “You may as well have a seat instead of hovering by the door,” she told him reluctantly indicating the old wooden chair she had picked up at the local thrift store.
Adam moved gracefully, silently, to the chair sitting in front of the kitchen window. The wood creaked from the strain of his muscular build. His well-defined arm rested casually on the small well-worn table. He looked slightly uncomfortable in the small chair.
“Thank you,” he said, looking from Amber to Blake with a slight frown. “Why don’t I smell you?”
“Well, let's see, maybe it’s because I took a shower today?” Amber shot him an agitated glare, moving to the other side of the room to stand by the doorway.
It was obvious to both men that Amber was uncomfortable with them being there. Blake and Adam watched her inch closer to the door that led into the bathroom. It would serve as an escape route in case she felt the need to make a getaway. She could easily lock herself in the bathroom and slip out the window if necessary.
Blake tried to alleviate her anxiety. “Adam! You’re always sticking your foot in your mouth. That’s no way to talk to Amber.”
Adam had the decency to look a little embarrassed, “I’m sorry, but you know what I mean. You’re wolf, but you have no distinct smell.”
Amber thought quickly to explain the reason her wolf did not give off a scent. “I don’t have a pack,” she stated and realized it was probably the wrong thing to say.
At the rise of Adam's eyebrows, she bristled at what was coming next. “Women belong to a pack for protection and should not be out wandering around.”
“And here we go.” Amber put her hands on her hips. “Welcome to the real world, mister, where women are fully capable of taking care of themselves. I don’t need or want a pack. So unless you,” she looked at Adam, then Blake, “have anything else to say, then you both have a great day, now leave.” She pointed to the door.
“Come on Amber, he’s just being stupid. We come from the same background remember? I wou ld never force anything on you. ” Blake pleaded with her.
“It’s been years since we talked, I don’t
“Honey, didn’t know you were in such a hurry to get me into bed,” Blake chided, gladly taking a seat on the soft mattress.
Amber refrained from slugging him. “Oh, be quiet. You haven’t changed a bit.” Biting her lip to keep from smiling, Blake had always been able to make her smile.
Adam stood by the closed door. His face lit with a smile and exclaimed, “I saw your name in the police report! So it is you!”
From the bed, Blake stared at her. As a woman, Amber was even more beautiful. Long black hair held by a clip at the base of her neck showed off the gentle curve of her face and slender neck. Staring into her chocolate brown eyes, his eyes traveled down to the soft full lips, remembering how they had tasted.
Amber saw the look that crossed his face, stepped back and got straight to the point. “Blake, what are you doing here?”
“I had to see you, to know that it was really you, and to thank you. You saved my life.” Blake made himself at home on her bed. Turning, he threw his legs up on top of her quilted comforter, leaning his back cautiously against the headboard.
“Let’s call it even.” Amber responded then groused, “Just make yourself comfortable,” she wasn’t used to having a man on her bed, let alone two men in her small cabin.
Her one room cabin was a good size. There was just enough space for a small living and kitchen area and her full size bed. The two men engulfed the space she had previously thought to be perfect.
Adam was as big as Blake, but his hair was a lighter shade of brown. His eyes were a startling blue, whereas Blake's were a soft caramel. And at the moment, both sets of eyes were staring at her. She motioned towards Adam, “You may as well have a seat instead of hovering by the door,” she told him reluctantly indicating the old wooden chair she had picked up at the local thrift store.
Adam moved gracefully, silently, to the chair sitting in front of the kitchen window. The wood creaked from the strain of his muscular build. His well-defined arm rested casually on the small well-worn table. He looked slightly uncomfortable in the small chair.
“Thank you,” he said, looking from Amber to Blake with a slight frown. “Why don’t I smell you?”
“Well, let's see, maybe it’s because I took a shower today?” Amber shot him an agitated glare, moving to the other side of the room to stand by the doorway.
It was obvious to both men that Amber was uncomfortable with them being there. Blake and Adam watched her inch closer to the door that led into the bathroom. It would serve as an escape route in case she felt the need to make a getaway. She could easily lock herself in the bathroom and slip out the window if necessary.
Blake tried to alleviate her anxiety. “Adam! You’re always sticking your foot in your mouth. That’s no way to talk to Amber.”
Adam had the decency to look a little embarrassed, “I’m sorry, but you know what I mean. You’re wolf, but you have no distinct smell.”
Amber thought quickly to explain the reason her wolf did not give off a scent. “I don’t have a pack,” she stated and realized it was probably the wrong thing to say.
At the rise of Adam's eyebrows, she bristled at what was coming next. “Women belong to a pack for protection and should not be out wandering around.”
“And here we go.” Amber put her hands on her hips. “Welcome to the real world, mister, where women are fully capable of taking care of themselves. I don’t need or want a pack. So unless you,” she looked at Adam, then Blake, “have anything else to say, then you both have a great day, now leave.” She pointed to the door.
“Come on Amber, he’s just being stupid. We come from the same background remember? I wou ld never force anything on you. ” Blake pleaded with her.
“It’s been years since we talked, I don’t
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