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She didn’t understand. Why should she let it be? Kru was in some kind of trouble.
“My name is Brock,” the guy across the table introduced himself, and she turned to him and did her best. She did her best to stay engaged and get through the next five minutes, but something was wrong. Kru and the woman were talking in hushed whispers, and with the noise of the room, it was hard to decipher exact words.
When she glanced over at Jenna, Jenna was glaring at the woman’s back, and Lucas was nowhere to be seen. Lucia was standing next to Jenna murmuring quietly in her ear.
Cadence didn’t like this at all.
“How do I duck out?” she asked Brock. “I’m so sorry, but I’m not good at this, and I—”
“It’s okay,” he said comfortingly. “That happens sometimes. There are a few ladies who will take over your table if you’re done.”
“Okay.” She gestured to Pamela at the sign-in table and stood. “It’s not you,” she told Brock.
He pointed to the S in the corner of her number. “We wouldn’t have been a match anyway. I’m looking for human companionship. You shifters scare the shit out of me.”
“Oh.” Cadence frowned. “Okay.” Oddly, that did make her feel a little better. She wasn’t wasting his time, at least. “It was nice to meet you, Brock,” she told him, offering her hand for a shake.
He gave her a half-smile and shook her hand. “Same. Good luck.”
Another woman took her seat and started talking animatedly to Brock before she was even five feet away.
Kru seemed to be locked into some serious conversation with the woman across from him, and it hit her who she was.
Sasha.
Time slowed as she walked toward Jenna, studying the woman’s profile. She had shiny, jet-black hair that hung in loose beach waves down her shoulders. She had sharp cheekbones, silver eyes, and a nose piercing. Her makeup was done up to emphasize the pretty color of her eyes. She was lean, and her arms were heavily tattooed under her tight black tank top. She had pushed a long peacoat off her shoulders and draped it onto the back of the chair, and she wore a short black skirt with see-through black tights and high-heeled boots that made her look like a badass. The boots were covered in buckles, the leather all roughed-up and textured.
She was beautiful, and unique, and the complete opposite of Cadence.
“Hey girlfriend!” Jenna exclaimed, dragging her into a side hug. “Oh my goodness,” she said as Cadence didn’t respond. “I’m so sorry, I saw that on a TV show and I thought I could pull it off, but I’m not there quite yet.”
Jenna ducked her gaze, and her mouse-brown hair fell in front of her face.
Cadence gripped her shoulders. “I’m sorry, that was me. I’m all messed up tonight. Re-do.”
Jenna lifted her gaze to Cadence. “Really?”
“Yep. Re-do it, right now.” She backed up a few steps and pretended to pay attention somewhere else.
“Hey girlfriend!” Jenna said uncertainly. Cadence fell into a big hug with her and morphed it into girly jumping up and down at the greeting.
“You look hot!” Cadence said as she stepped back to arms’ length and studied Jenna’s faux-leather leggings and black crop top. “Okay girl, you trying to hook your man even deeper?”
Jenna’s cheeks were flaming red right now. “Maybe. I just got these leggings on sale, and I had three panic attacks before Lucas convinced me I should really wear them tonight.”
“Okay, every girls’ night, I demand that you wear these, and also that you text me the link to them and I’ll get a matching pair. You look gorgeous.”
The uncertainty melted right away from Jenna’s expression and she grinned, ducking her expression. “Thank you for saying that.”
“So, Kru’s ex, huh?” Cadence muttered under her breath as she looked back to them talking low, leaning into each other over the table.
“She’s the worst,” Jenna said, not even keeping her voice low. “Lucas did research on her as soon as he took over the Crew. He wanted to know what was going on with Kru, and tracked down her information. I don’t like her. She’s not good for him.”
Cadence actually admired the steel in Jenna’s voice. “Why do you say that?”
“They were an arranged pairing, because they are the last two saber-toothed tiger shifters that aren’t genetically linked. Arranged pairing from age eighteen, and she fucked with his head.”
“What do you mean she fucked with him?” Cadence whispered.
