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“But of course, child.” Meredith gave Brandy a little salute followed by a wink. “Have fun.”
Brandy waved as her mother left the kitchen with Dylan. She spent a few moments tidying then set the patio table for dinner with Reardon. They’d enjoyed last night out there by the fire and it was shaping up to be another glorious evening outside.
After she’d finished, she picked a bouquet of wildflowers and vased them in an old mason jar. That seemed a fitting centerpiece for the table. Glancing at the clock when she came back into the kitchen, she realized they’d never actually mentioned a specific dinner time for tonight. It was 6:30 now. Reardon had to be on his way.
God, I hope he’s on his way.Because she was stupidly eager to see him. After the day’s events, she wanted to kick back and look at something pretty. Reardon was definitely something pretty.
Walking into the living room and noting that Dylan’s shoes were gone from where he’d kicked them off by the couch, she looked at Alator who was also something pretty. He was still on the bed, curled up in a tight ball. Well, as tight a ball as a wolf his size could manage.
“Feeling better?” She carefully kneeled by the bed, trying her best not to let her dress touch the wolf or the floor.
Alator grumbled like an old man then sniffed at the bandage on his leg.
“Being shot sucks, huh?” Not that she’d know, thank God. “Maybe you’ll stay on our side of the fence now.” She didn’t want to think about what Hank Swift might do if he encountered one of her wolves again.
Speaking of Hank.
Brandy got up and found her cell phone on the coffee table. She swiped the screen, but didn’t see any messages so she texted Parker.
What happened with sheriff?
She tapped her finger on the side of the phone as she waited. A few seconds later the phone let out a quiet wolf howl, signaling she had an incoming message.
Olsen is checking on HS’s gun permits. Trying to see if it’s all legal.
Well, that was a start at least, but knowing Swift, he had all the proper permits. He took his guns seriously.
If that goes nowhere, not giving up,Parker texted.Wolves must be protected.
Brandy texted back,Otherwise what is our point?
Roger that, Boss. Security cams got installed while you were inspecting fence. I stopped in and met with guy. Will show you how they work tomorrow.
She glanced at Alator. His green-gold eyes were tracking her every movement. She felt like… like prey. Of course all the wolves at the sanctuary were wild at heart. She could think all she wanted that she’d tamed them, but it wouldn’t take much for any one of them to rip into her. She obviously hoped that never happened, but the way Alator looked at her right now was a good reminder of the strength and agility rippling under all that fur.
K. Thanks. Feel better with cams,she texted.Plans tonight?
Chella’s father’s birthday dinner. Kinda boring, but at least there’s lobster.
Just like Parker to be thinking of his stomach.
Have fun. Later.
See u tomorrow.
She dropped her phone back on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch, fluffing the skirt of her dress out around her so as not to wrinkle it. Alator still had his eyes on her.
“What?” She rolled her eyes. “Do I look that desperate?”
Alator let out a short bark.
“Is that a yes? You’d better take it back if it was a yes.” She held her fist out at him, shaking it slightly.
The wolf put his paw over his nose again, and she had to laugh.
“I’ve never seen you so coy, Alator.” Unable to resist, she got back to her knees by the bed. Why was she drawn like a magnet to this wolf? She rubbed his exposed tummy and his good back leg swung back and forth rapidly. “Careful now. You’re supposed to be taking it easy.”
She put her hands in her lap, but Alator maneuvered until he could nudge her hands with his nose.
