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Hot, Hard & Howling
Plotting, she quickly dressed in a tight camisole and loose jeans. She brushed
through her hair before twisting it into a knot to hold it out of her face. Having all her
hair pulled up gave her a dramatic look. She put on a tiny bit of eye shadow and
mascara to complete the image. It wasn’t exactly makeup for going out on the town, but
it would work.
He was on the couch thumbing through an old cooking magazine when she got to
the bottom of the stairs. His stomach growled. “I’m hungry too.” She went into the
kitchen and made a deliberate show of checking the fridge and the pantry. “Nothing
here.” She leaned over the bar, letting her crossed arms push her breasts up, giving her
more cleavage. “Why don’t you run to Tommy’s and get us a pizza? Pepperoni and
black olive.”
He flipped the page. “I’m not leaving, Nell.” He didn’t even look up to see the
cleavage.
“We have to eat. I’m starving.”
He closed the magazine and stood. “Then we go together.”
“I have to wait for—”
Mi-ma marched through the front door at that moment with a large tea pitcher in
her hand. Sonja and Trina followed behind her like little ducks. Sonja had a big white
bag and Trina had two large pizza boxes from Tommy’s.
Of all the times for Sonja’s psychic abilities to be dead-on. She scratched the base of
her hairline at the back of her head. Her grandma and sisters started setting out the
food, oblivious to Nell’s attempt to rid herself of one wolf.
They ate, her sisters chattering on about the local gossip and news as if nothing
were amiss. Trent was back on the couch, listening, rolling his eyes and huffing.
Apparently gossip of the local dating scene wasn’t his idea of scintillating conversation.
Nell grabbed him another slice from the box and absentmindedly started pulling off
the olives. She caught his eyes on her. She did know her wolf.
It’d been ten years since they’d had pizza together and she remembered he didn’t
like black olives. She knew he was allergic to shellfish and that he had a scar on his
knuckles from beating up the class bully after he pushed Nell in the hall. She saw those
same memories pass through his eyes. She also saw the pain. Did Trent really believe
he’d hurt her, possibly even kill her?
Trina poured Nell some more tea. “You remember when I set my back deck on fire
the last time?”
Nell nodded. The poor girl had a fire or two a month. She’d sneeze and the curtains
would light up like sparklers.
Trina continued. “That Linda Newcomb, she came rushing over as soon as the fire
truck got there.”
Sonja huffed out a laugh. Nell just listened, silently encouraging Trina to keep
talking, knowing full well gossip drove Trent out of his mind.
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