Beast Behaving Badly
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Yeah, Bo said. You can call him.
Excellent.
But I want a seal farm.
Van Holtz gaped up at him. You want a what?
A seal farm. With fresh seals.
How . . . revolting.
I dont judge you killing Bambi.
Not every deer we take down is Bambi.
And I want more control of the team. Before the wolf could freak out at that particular request, Bo said, I may want to coach one day. He thought about it another second and added, Or own my own team. One or the other.
Van Holtz skated off. Well talk more later.
Bo headed back to the teams bench, but before he reached it, he had to stop and watch a woman try and roller skate across ice. It was . . . interesting.
What are you doing? he asked when she was close enough.
Trying to reach you.
Leap for it, or well be here all night.
She did, Blayne landing right in his arms.
How did you do? he asked, enjoying how she immediately put her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. She let him hold her like this a lot, and he loved it.
We won! But apparently Im as hated as you now. She pouted. I said I was sorry every time. I even meant it!
Then theyre just being unreasonable.
Thats how I feel. She grinned. But you . . . passing the puck. She hugged him. Im so proud of you!
I wanted to win. If that meant passing my puck to that idiot
Sha-sha-sha. She put her hand over his mouth. Dont ruin the moment for me. He caught her fingers in his mouth and tickled them with his tongue.
Giggling, Blayne said, Maybe weve changed places. Im the heartless cruel one now and youre the nice one.
Ive learned anything is possible
Excuse me, Mr. Novikov, can I have your
Do you not see Im busy? he bellowed into some wild dogs face. He focused back on Blayne so he didnt have to witness the wild dogmale sobbing that followed. Where were we?
Blaynes smile was soft, her palm pressing against his cheek. It doesnt matter.
I guess we have to go out with the old men brigade tonight?
They both looked over at the VIP seats where two males were talking, Dr. Luntzhed never call her Marcisitting on his uncles lap.
I never thought theyd become so friendly. He invited Dad to visit next month.
Maybe wecan all go. Blayne perked upif it was possible for her to perk up moreher smile huge.
You mean like a vacation?
A vacation with skating.
Yay! Ice pond skating! And running in snow! I cant wait!
He had the perkiest girlfriend in the world. It should annoy him. It didnt.
Itll be a family trip. I like your father, he added honestly. How could he not? The man had told him exactly how to handle Blaynes clutter problem: Since you have the space, give Blayne her own room and let her mess it up as much as she wants. Never go into it, and never ask about it. As far as youre concerned, it doesnt exist. Just make sure she keeps all her shit in there with the door closed, and you can keep the rest of the place just as you want it. In the end, youll both be happier. His idea had worked like a charm too.
But the time management thing? Forget it, kid, Ezra Thorpe had said. Youre on your own.
Hey, Van Holtz called out, motioning to them with his hand. Were taking team pictures with the Babes. You two get over here!
In a second, Bo told him. He hitched Blayne up a little higher. I have a question first.
Of course Ill marry you! Blayne cheered, throwing her arms around his neck.
I wasnt going to ask that.
Oh. She un-hugged him. Sorry.
I was going to ask you that on Sunday. At three forty-five p.m. Before the surprise romantic dinner but after my Sunday laps in the pool. It was on my schedule! he finished on a bellow.
I know! she bellowed back. I saw it. You left it right out on the kitchen table! Was I supposed to ignore it?
Since you never look at the schedules youve been writing for yourself, much less mineyes! He scowled at her. You know I hate when you mess with my schedule Blayne!
Youre rude, she accused. Rude!
Yeah. But youre going to marry me anyway, arent you?
That thousand-watt smile made Bo feel warm from the inside out. Of course I am! Then again, I cant officially tell you that until three forty-six, p.m., Sunday. Mostly because youre a freaky hybrid with a schedule fetish.
Skating over to the rest of the group to take the picture, Blayne in his arms, Bo laughed and said, Yeah, and I love you, too, Blaynie.
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Excellent.
But I want a seal farm.
Van Holtz gaped up at him. You want a what?
A seal farm. With fresh seals.
How . . . revolting.
I dont judge you killing Bambi.
Not every deer we take down is Bambi.
And I want more control of the team. Before the wolf could freak out at that particular request, Bo said, I may want to coach one day. He thought about it another second and added, Or own my own team. One or the other.
Van Holtz skated off. Well talk more later.
Bo headed back to the teams bench, but before he reached it, he had to stop and watch a woman try and roller skate across ice. It was . . . interesting.
What are you doing? he asked when she was close enough.
Trying to reach you.
Leap for it, or well be here all night.
She did, Blayne landing right in his arms.
How did you do? he asked, enjoying how she immediately put her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. She let him hold her like this a lot, and he loved it.
We won! But apparently Im as hated as you now. She pouted. I said I was sorry every time. I even meant it!
Then theyre just being unreasonable.
Thats how I feel. She grinned. But you . . . passing the puck. She hugged him. Im so proud of you!
I wanted to win. If that meant passing my puck to that idiot
Sha-sha-sha. She put her hand over his mouth. Dont ruin the moment for me. He caught her fingers in his mouth and tickled them with his tongue.
Giggling, Blayne said, Maybe weve changed places. Im the heartless cruel one now and youre the nice one.
Ive learned anything is possible
Excuse me, Mr. Novikov, can I have your
Do you not see Im busy? he bellowed into some wild dogs face. He focused back on Blayne so he didnt have to witness the wild dogmale sobbing that followed. Where were we?
Blaynes smile was soft, her palm pressing against his cheek. It doesnt matter.
I guess we have to go out with the old men brigade tonight?
They both looked over at the VIP seats where two males were talking, Dr. Luntzhed never call her Marcisitting on his uncles lap.
I never thought theyd become so friendly. He invited Dad to visit next month.
Maybe wecan all go. Blayne perked upif it was possible for her to perk up moreher smile huge.
You mean like a vacation?
A vacation with skating.
Yay! Ice pond skating! And running in snow! I cant wait!
He had the perkiest girlfriend in the world. It should annoy him. It didnt.
Itll be a family trip. I like your father, he added honestly. How could he not? The man had told him exactly how to handle Blaynes clutter problem: Since you have the space, give Blayne her own room and let her mess it up as much as she wants. Never go into it, and never ask about it. As far as youre concerned, it doesnt exist. Just make sure she keeps all her shit in there with the door closed, and you can keep the rest of the place just as you want it. In the end, youll both be happier. His idea had worked like a charm too.
But the time management thing? Forget it, kid, Ezra Thorpe had said. Youre on your own.
Hey, Van Holtz called out, motioning to them with his hand. Were taking team pictures with the Babes. You two get over here!
In a second, Bo told him. He hitched Blayne up a little higher. I have a question first.
Of course Ill marry you! Blayne cheered, throwing her arms around his neck.
I wasnt going to ask that.
Oh. She un-hugged him. Sorry.
I was going to ask you that on Sunday. At three forty-five p.m. Before the surprise romantic dinner but after my Sunday laps in the pool. It was on my schedule! he finished on a bellow.
I know! she bellowed back. I saw it. You left it right out on the kitchen table! Was I supposed to ignore it?
Since you never look at the schedules youve been writing for yourself, much less mineyes! He scowled at her. You know I hate when you mess with my schedule Blayne!
Youre rude, she accused. Rude!
Yeah. But youre going to marry me anyway, arent you?
That thousand-watt smile made Bo feel warm from the inside out. Of course I am! Then again, I cant officially tell you that until three forty-six, p.m., Sunday. Mostly because youre a freaky hybrid with a schedule fetish.
Skating over to the rest of the group to take the picture, Blayne in his arms, Bo laughed and said, Yeah, and I love you, too, Blaynie.
Cant get enough Shelly Laurenston? Try getting to know her arrogantly sexy dragon shapeshifters, which she writes as G. A. Aiken. An excerpt of her newest release, How to Drive a Dragon Crazy, follows
