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responsibility. Everything we do from here on out is going to affect them in some way. You can not fuck around with this relationship.”
The alpha-ness of Aaron’s last comment struck him hard in the chest. His first instinct was to fight. He didn’t care about relationships between the werewolf families. He only really cared about being able to serve the people of Somewhere. “I promise, I won’t have sex with her.”
“You’d better not.” Aaron pointed at him. “Don’t make me order you. Don’t make me go alpha. You know I don’t like doing that with you and Adam. You’re my brothers. I want what’s best for you.”
“Well, Reyna is not what’s best for me.”
“That’s not what Fate says.” His alpha tapped his finger on the table. “And if Fate talks, you listen.”
Allan pushed off and backed away, always facing Aaron, showing as much respect as he could. But he knew better than his brother did, and he sure as hell knew better than fucking Fate.
Aaron nodded at the door and Allan was out and in his truck before the alpha changed his mind. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain being tied to a tractor.
Of course, the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about it said something, too. It said he needed to get laid.
Or it might’ve been that the full moon was so close.
He pulled up to his house, making lists in his head about all the things he needed to do. All the showering and dressing that morning had meant he hadn’t cleaned the house. Everything was a mess. He never liked to leave his house a mess before he went on a run, just in case one of the guys stopped by and wondered what had happened, then couldn’t find him. Being the sheriff now, it was more important than ever that his life looked like everyone else’s.
The scent of Reyna was still all over him. He was surprised Aaron hadn’t smelled it. But it was everywhere—like it was in his pores. Maybe he’d have to take another shower.
He wiped his nose as he keyed open his house. The first thing he noticed was, it wasn’t how he’d left it. His wolf went on the defensive, but the smell of Pine Sol made it back down.
Criminals tended not to clean.
The house was freaking spotless. Everything had been picked up and put away. He could hear strange noises coming from his kitchen, and carefully approached from around the corner, trying to keep himself from being seen.
With her head in the oven and her ass in the air, Reyna was humming to herself. Now he knew why he’d smelled her. She was here.
And fuck. She looked like a rodeo queen.
She’d put on an 80s-puffy jean skirt with high brown cowboy boots and a tight jean shirt. When she turned around, her eyes went wide and she squealed. She closed the oven door with one booted foot and peeled off two big, red oven mitts.
Her shirt wasn’t her typical corset, but it still hung open just enough for him to get a good eyeful of cleavage.
“Hi, honey.” Her singsongy voice enticed him to take another step forward. “You’re home.”
Chapter Ten
“ W ha —”
She held up one finger to silence him, surprised when his mouth actually snapped shut. “Hang on, before you go get all bent out of shape.” Reyna waltzed over to the fridge and pulled out a beer for Allan. “I got everything put away. Your laundry is done. The house is clean enough to eat from any surface. And,” she said, throwing out another Oscar winning southern belle squeal. “I’ve got lunch warm on the stove and an apple pie in the oven.”
He popped the cap on the beer bottle she’d handed him and sniffed the air.
She smiled. Nana’s famous gumbo was simmering on the stove. The sausage and shrimp filled the kitchen with a tantalizing aroma of home. Hopefully Texan men liked gumbo, she’d only ever learned how to cook from her Mama and Nana’s recipes and they were as Cajun as they came. “Hungry?”
He nodded, didn’t speak.
“Let me grab you a bowl. I’ve got a pan of fresh
The alpha-ness of Aaron’s last comment struck him hard in the chest. His first instinct was to fight. He didn’t care about relationships between the werewolf families. He only really cared about being able to serve the people of Somewhere. “I promise, I won’t have sex with her.”
“You’d better not.” Aaron pointed at him. “Don’t make me order you. Don’t make me go alpha. You know I don’t like doing that with you and Adam. You’re my brothers. I want what’s best for you.”
“Well, Reyna is not what’s best for me.”
“That’s not what Fate says.” His alpha tapped his finger on the table. “And if Fate talks, you listen.”
Allan pushed off and backed away, always facing Aaron, showing as much respect as he could. But he knew better than his brother did, and he sure as hell knew better than fucking Fate.
Aaron nodded at the door and Allan was out and in his truck before the alpha changed his mind. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain being tied to a tractor.
Of course, the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about it said something, too. It said he needed to get laid.
Or it might’ve been that the full moon was so close.
He pulled up to his house, making lists in his head about all the things he needed to do. All the showering and dressing that morning had meant he hadn’t cleaned the house. Everything was a mess. He never liked to leave his house a mess before he went on a run, just in case one of the guys stopped by and wondered what had happened, then couldn’t find him. Being the sheriff now, it was more important than ever that his life looked like everyone else’s.
The scent of Reyna was still all over him. He was surprised Aaron hadn’t smelled it. But it was everywhere—like it was in his pores. Maybe he’d have to take another shower.
He wiped his nose as he keyed open his house. The first thing he noticed was, it wasn’t how he’d left it. His wolf went on the defensive, but the smell of Pine Sol made it back down.
Criminals tended not to clean.
The house was freaking spotless. Everything had been picked up and put away. He could hear strange noises coming from his kitchen, and carefully approached from around the corner, trying to keep himself from being seen.
With her head in the oven and her ass in the air, Reyna was humming to herself. Now he knew why he’d smelled her. She was here.
And fuck. She looked like a rodeo queen.
She’d put on an 80s-puffy jean skirt with high brown cowboy boots and a tight jean shirt. When she turned around, her eyes went wide and she squealed. She closed the oven door with one booted foot and peeled off two big, red oven mitts.
Her shirt wasn’t her typical corset, but it still hung open just enough for him to get a good eyeful of cleavage.
“Hi, honey.” Her singsongy voice enticed him to take another step forward. “You’re home.”
Chapter Ten
“ W ha —”
She held up one finger to silence him, surprised when his mouth actually snapped shut. “Hang on, before you go get all bent out of shape.” Reyna waltzed over to the fridge and pulled out a beer for Allan. “I got everything put away. Your laundry is done. The house is clean enough to eat from any surface. And,” she said, throwing out another Oscar winning southern belle squeal. “I’ve got lunch warm on the stove and an apple pie in the oven.”
He popped the cap on the beer bottle she’d handed him and sniffed the air.
She smiled. Nana’s famous gumbo was simmering on the stove. The sausage and shrimp filled the kitchen with a tantalizing aroma of home. Hopefully Texan men liked gumbo, she’d only ever learned how to cook from her Mama and Nana’s recipes and they were as Cajun as they came. “Hungry?”
He nodded, didn’t speak.
“Let me grab you a bowl. I’ve got a pan of fresh
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