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She shakes her head, making her shiny hair swish against her silky top.
She grabs a plate and piles up the pizza slices, topping to topping.
It looks like we have one vegetarian, and one pepperoni.
I put a couple slices of each on my plate. There’s still half of each left in the boxes.
“Well?” Karma asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Uh …” I start, trailing off because I have no idea what she wants from me.
She lets out a sigh. “Are you watching the finale with us, or not?”
Oh. Right. They watch those reality music shows together.
I completely forgot that was a thing with my sister.
“I’ll be there in a sec,” I tell her. “I’m thirsty.”
She leaves the room, and I text Erin to let her know the pizza’s here.
I’m still wondering what Cleo meant before, but I know I can’t just come out and ask.
I check the fridge and grab a can of diet soda.
Whatever relationship stuff my sister’s got going on that she didn’t want to tell me, I’m going to get to the bottom of while I’m out here. There’s no way I’m letting her pass up on a good thing if it’s standing right in front of her.
Chapter ten
Bishop
As far as long days go, those are usually the ones spent stuck in the firehouse for an entire shift, waiting to be called out to an emergency. Since Silver Valley is relatively quiet, with a low crime rate, those long days are more common than the active ones. Even adding in the fact that our firehouse is positioned to be close enough to make us second call for the two closest nearby towns, we still have more quiet days than busy ones.
Life outside of the city is slower moving for sure, but we’ve all gotten used to the pace.
It’s interspersed with enough activity to keep us interested in our work, while giving us a good chance to relax at the end of the day. It’s the perfect place to live while you’re getting ready to settle down and raise a family, and that’s where we’re at now.
That’s why the last few years have been a special kind of torture.
We’re at that stage, and we’ve met our true mate.
The only trouble is, she hasn’t shown any sign of being interested in what we have to offer.
Scarlett Faris, the singer/songwriter next door is not the kind of woman I was imagining when I started to look for our fated mate, but I felt a connection from the moment we met.
I had to find a way to get closer to her, and now, finally, after three years of failed attempts, I came up with that wager at the cop bar, and I played just well enough to make sure she lost the game.
Today is a different kind of long day because of that.
It’s taking forever for the shift to be over, because we all know tomorrow is our first shot at starting to convince Scarlett that she’s meant for our pack.
Easier said than done, considering the woman is a wild card.
I’ve been trying to figure out what it is that we might have in common, but I haven’t found one tiny little thing. If I hadn’t felt that connection on the day we met, and every time we crossed each other’s paths from that moment on, I would have written her off as a party girl who takes nothing seriously.
I know she can’t be too restless to settle down if we’re fated to be with her, even if it turns out to be a later rather than sooner situation, but we’re all starting to run seriously low on patience while she acts as if we don’t even exist.
There must be another side to her.
