Big Bad Beast
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Nope. She didnt like the gleam in the mans eyes. But, to be honest, what concerned her more .
. . if she or Malone werent doing this jobshe just assumed theyd never ask Desiree to take it onthen who was?
Darla sat on her porch and stitched the pillow she was making for her Dee-Ann. It was too humid a night to sit in the house until she was ready to go to bed and it kept her busy. She needed to be busy at the moment because something was going on. Eggie had gotten a call on that cell phone of his that he never used and then hed walked out of the house and gone hunting. That was a couple of hours ago and he hadnt been back.
So Darla stitched and she waited.
Finally, she saw her mate lope toward the house, half a deer carcass in his mouth. Hed eaten the other half, but he always made sure to bring a little something home for her. Of course, she had a freezer full of perfectly good cow, but the gesture still meant something after all these years.
Eggie dropped the deer at the base of the porch and came up the steps. He stopped, turned, shifted to human and, naked, sat down on the top step. Darla didnt start asking him questions because she knew hed get around to telling her when he was good and ready.
After a few minutes, he started talking. Need to go to New York.
All right.
He scratched his knee and Darla peeked through her lashes at her mate. He was no longer the young wolf whod sat outside her window night after night, howling at her, being run off by her daddy, brothers, and cousins, only to come back and start the whole thing over again. Strange, Darla hadnt thought shed ever end up with a Smith male. They were more her sisters speed. Lots of drama and arguing and getting each other jealous. Darla didnt have the patience for all that foolishness. She liked things calm and quiet. It never occurred to her at the time that a wolf who had become universally feared, not only by his own Pack but by nearly every other, would be her mate. Especially one nicknamed Eggie. But hed been the one and still was. And, even better, hed managed to keep that delicious physique shed learned to love all those years ago. The body was older, had a lot more scars, but still . . . damn.
Like you to come with me, he grumbled.
That made Darla miss a stitch, something that over the years shed taught herself not to do when Eggie and her baby girl were around and she never knew what theyd do or say next.
Pardon?
He shrugged. I need you to come with me.
Whatever for? Not once, in all the years theyd been together had Eggie Smith ever asked her to come out on a job with him. Not ever. And Darla never thought he would. Then why was he now?
You need me to come with you? Why? she pushed when he didnt answer her first question.
I need you to talk some sense into our dang daughter, thats why.
About what?
Eggie grumbled, cussed under his breath, grumbled some more, andfinally snarled, Shes just gone and fallen for the bullshit of some damn Van Holtz.
Oh. Darla felt her heart leap, but she kept her face purposely blank. The thought that her daughter might have found herself a mate, that she wouldnt end up old, alone, wandering these Tennessee hills with no pups to call her own had worried Darla something fierce. Wolves simply werent meant to be alone and Dee-Ann was more wolf than nearly anybody Darla knew except Eggie.
Which one? There were so many Van Holtzes.
That supervisor of hers. Taking advantage is what I say. Its inappropriate work place somethin
or other.
I see. Because their baby girl was such a frail, easily manipulated little female, of course. Darla picked up her stitching, already daydreaming about having little grandbabies she could stitch things for and holidays when theyd come to visit.
A Van Holtz, Eggie growled. Heard shes already living with him in some fancy penthouse. My little girl. And you know Bubba Rays gonna have a fit over this.
Probably. Darla stitched a little more and added, But Im sure he thinks Dee-Anns just desperate to get herself a man now that Sissy Mae has one. Figures shes settled on the first one who showed her any interest, so maybe he wont take this all so badly. Eggie looked at her, annoyance pulling his heavy brows down practically to his nose. Thats a load of bull. My baby girl dont have to settle for nobody.
I know. But you know how Bubba can be.
He can damn well keep his mouth shut. At least my Sugar Bug has picked someone in the same damn species, even if it is a Van Holtz. And if a Van Holtz is what she wants, shell damn well get one.
I guess. Darla put her stitching back into the wicker basket she kept by her rocking chair and headed into the house. Guess I better go pack. Shed only gotten to the stairs of their cozy home when she quickly returned to the back porch and yelled out, Egbert Ray Smith! You get your butt back here right this second! You can deal with your brother later!
CHAPTER 29
Me, Dee-Ann said again, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. Going to a charity auction dance. I feel like an idiot!
You look like one, too, Rory told her, shaking his head while he sat and watched her try on dress after dress. None of them fitting her right. Rory would admit, Dee-Ann was the only female in the world hed take time out of his day to come to this high-end, shifter-friendly store to help find a damn dress for a damn dance. A dance shed be attending with Ulrich Van Holtz of all people. He knew Dee liked the little runt, but hed had no idea theyd gotten so . . . close. Then shed gone off to Washington after the Fourth of July weekend and had come home marked, mated, and forced to go to dances.
. . if she or Malone werent doing this jobshe just assumed theyd never ask Desiree to take it onthen who was?
Darla sat on her porch and stitched the pillow she was making for her Dee-Ann. It was too humid a night to sit in the house until she was ready to go to bed and it kept her busy. She needed to be busy at the moment because something was going on. Eggie had gotten a call on that cell phone of his that he never used and then hed walked out of the house and gone hunting. That was a couple of hours ago and he hadnt been back.
So Darla stitched and she waited.
Finally, she saw her mate lope toward the house, half a deer carcass in his mouth. Hed eaten the other half, but he always made sure to bring a little something home for her. Of course, she had a freezer full of perfectly good cow, but the gesture still meant something after all these years.
Eggie dropped the deer at the base of the porch and came up the steps. He stopped, turned, shifted to human and, naked, sat down on the top step. Darla didnt start asking him questions because she knew hed get around to telling her when he was good and ready.
After a few minutes, he started talking. Need to go to New York.
All right.
He scratched his knee and Darla peeked through her lashes at her mate. He was no longer the young wolf whod sat outside her window night after night, howling at her, being run off by her daddy, brothers, and cousins, only to come back and start the whole thing over again. Strange, Darla hadnt thought shed ever end up with a Smith male. They were more her sisters speed. Lots of drama and arguing and getting each other jealous. Darla didnt have the patience for all that foolishness. She liked things calm and quiet. It never occurred to her at the time that a wolf who had become universally feared, not only by his own Pack but by nearly every other, would be her mate. Especially one nicknamed Eggie. But hed been the one and still was. And, even better, hed managed to keep that delicious physique shed learned to love all those years ago. The body was older, had a lot more scars, but still . . . damn.
Like you to come with me, he grumbled.
That made Darla miss a stitch, something that over the years shed taught herself not to do when Eggie and her baby girl were around and she never knew what theyd do or say next.
Pardon?
He shrugged. I need you to come with me.
Whatever for? Not once, in all the years theyd been together had Eggie Smith ever asked her to come out on a job with him. Not ever. And Darla never thought he would. Then why was he now?
You need me to come with you? Why? she pushed when he didnt answer her first question.
I need you to talk some sense into our dang daughter, thats why.
About what?
Eggie grumbled, cussed under his breath, grumbled some more, andfinally snarled, Shes just gone and fallen for the bullshit of some damn Van Holtz.
Oh. Darla felt her heart leap, but she kept her face purposely blank. The thought that her daughter might have found herself a mate, that she wouldnt end up old, alone, wandering these Tennessee hills with no pups to call her own had worried Darla something fierce. Wolves simply werent meant to be alone and Dee-Ann was more wolf than nearly anybody Darla knew except Eggie.
Which one? There were so many Van Holtzes.
That supervisor of hers. Taking advantage is what I say. Its inappropriate work place somethin
or other.
I see. Because their baby girl was such a frail, easily manipulated little female, of course. Darla picked up her stitching, already daydreaming about having little grandbabies she could stitch things for and holidays when theyd come to visit.
A Van Holtz, Eggie growled. Heard shes already living with him in some fancy penthouse. My little girl. And you know Bubba Rays gonna have a fit over this.
Probably. Darla stitched a little more and added, But Im sure he thinks Dee-Anns just desperate to get herself a man now that Sissy Mae has one. Figures shes settled on the first one who showed her any interest, so maybe he wont take this all so badly. Eggie looked at her, annoyance pulling his heavy brows down practically to his nose. Thats a load of bull. My baby girl dont have to settle for nobody.
I know. But you know how Bubba can be.
He can damn well keep his mouth shut. At least my Sugar Bug has picked someone in the same damn species, even if it is a Van Holtz. And if a Van Holtz is what she wants, shell damn well get one.
I guess. Darla put her stitching back into the wicker basket she kept by her rocking chair and headed into the house. Guess I better go pack. Shed only gotten to the stairs of their cozy home when she quickly returned to the back porch and yelled out, Egbert Ray Smith! You get your butt back here right this second! You can deal with your brother later!
CHAPTER 29
Me, Dee-Ann said again, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. Going to a charity auction dance. I feel like an idiot!
You look like one, too, Rory told her, shaking his head while he sat and watched her try on dress after dress. None of them fitting her right. Rory would admit, Dee-Ann was the only female in the world hed take time out of his day to come to this high-end, shifter-friendly store to help find a damn dress for a damn dance. A dance shed be attending with Ulrich Van Holtz of all people. He knew Dee liked the little runt, but hed had no idea theyd gotten so . . . close. Then shed gone off to Washington after the Fourth of July weekend and had come home marked, mated, and forced to go to dances.
