Howl For It
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But she could wait for him.
She looked at all the desserts shed made. Shed need to cover most of these and wondered if Eggie had any plastic wrap. Or, more appropriately, if his mother had left him any plastic wrap.
Going into one of the cabinets she hadnt explored yet, Darla found some already seasoned cast-iron pans, which meant she could make some of her delicious cornbread for breakfast tomorrow; a couple more Mason jars ofshine, making a total of six shed found so far; a roll of much-needed foil; and another snub-nosed .38. Sighing, she grabbed the foil and the weapon. The foil she put on the table with the desserts for later, the gun she took to the growing pile on the kitchen counter. The wolf had hunting knives and guns all over his dang kitchen. Who needed that many weapons in a town with wolves? Well, wolves that were family anyway.
About to place the gun down, Darla sensed someone behind her and looked over her shoulder, expecting to see Eggie. But, instead, she saw a stranger, a handsome, clean-shaven young man with wet brown hair. She immediately panicked and swung the .38 still clutched in her hand at the intruder, yelling out, Eggie! Eggie, get down here!
The man held his hands up and growled out, Im standing right in front of you, woman!
Darla blinked. Eggie?
Just put the gun down, Darla. Everythings fine.
But . . . Eggie?
Darla, put the gun down!
Oh! She put the gun on the weapons pile and turned back to the man who sounded like Eggie Ray Smith.
Fascinated, she walked up to him. Is that really you?
Well . . . yeah.
She leaned in closer, his wet hair smelling nice from whatever shampoo hed used. Really?
Yes, really!
Darla took a quick step back. Oh. You just look . . . so . . . different.
All I did was shave.
But what a difference a shave made. Still, she had to ask, Why?
He shrugged. I saw that fancy table and figured it would be nice. He looked down at the jeans and Led Zeppelin concert T-shirt he had on. Didnt really have anything fancier than this to wear, though. So I shaved instead.
Darla smiled. You didnt have to do that for me. I liked your beard.
Thought a little effort couldnt hurt.
Well, I really appreciate it. Darla went up on her toes and kissed Eggies cheek. She heard him swallow, saw those bright wolf eyes turn toward her.
Thats when she realized she was hoping hed kiss her back. Not just on the cheek either. She might be a virgin, but she was hardly a nun. But he didnt kiss her; he simply said, Hope I didnt ruin dinner taking solong.
Not at all. She took his big hand in hers. Lets go eat.
The food was good. The lemon meringue pie astounding. But it was her smile that was making him kind of a mess.
Eggie wasnt used to feeling this way about anything. He was the wolf that Packmates and the Marine Corp called on to handle dangerous situations. He could sneak in anywhere, kill anybody, and get back out again without anyone noticing. Hed been known to sit in a tree for three days straight waiting for the right moment to take his shot. Unlike others who might snap from the pressure, Eggie never snapped. He never had nightmares or woke up in a cold sweat. He never lost his temper or went up into towers so he could shoot the unsuspecting populace.
So why this pretty little gal was making him all kinds of nervous and, to be honest, a little sweaty, he didnt rightly know.
Even stranger, he didnt know why he kind of liked feeling that way. He shouldnt. It wasnt normal for a wolf to feel weak and sort of helpless because a She-wolf had dimples. Honestly, just the cutest dimples. Dimples she kept flashing at him while they ate and she talked and he occasionally grunted. The fact that he wasnt much of a talker didnt seem to bother Darla, she just kept chatting away. Normally all that chatter would annoy Eggie something awful, but he liked the sound of her voice. He found it kind of soothing.
Pecan pie? Cherry? Boston Cream?
You sure did a lot of baking.
Its what I do when my sisters get on my nerves.
Must explain why your pies are so damn good.
That smile returned. Thank you. Janie may think her pecan pie is better than mine, but she can choke on it.
Shes just protective of you. Its the Alpha in her. Shell make a good mate for Bubba.
Does that bother you?
I dont care who he picks as a mate.
No, no. I mean . . . everyone assuming hell be Alpha of the Smithtown Pack one day.
Eggie picked up his glass of milk. Why should it bother me?
Youre older . . . stronger . . . have wider shoulders.
Eggie choked a little on his milk, and quickly grabbed a paper napkin to wipe his chin. Uh ... I dont really want to be in charge. Not of a Pack. Dont mind handling a team or even a squad but anything other than that is more damn people than I want to deal with. I mostly like being on my own.
She winced. Then Im sorry I took over your house . . . or at least your kitchen.
Dont mind. I like having you around. You smell nice.
You smell nice? Really? You idiot!
She looked at all the desserts shed made. Shed need to cover most of these and wondered if Eggie had any plastic wrap. Or, more appropriately, if his mother had left him any plastic wrap.
Going into one of the cabinets she hadnt explored yet, Darla found some already seasoned cast-iron pans, which meant she could make some of her delicious cornbread for breakfast tomorrow; a couple more Mason jars ofshine, making a total of six shed found so far; a roll of much-needed foil; and another snub-nosed .38. Sighing, she grabbed the foil and the weapon. The foil she put on the table with the desserts for later, the gun she took to the growing pile on the kitchen counter. The wolf had hunting knives and guns all over his dang kitchen. Who needed that many weapons in a town with wolves? Well, wolves that were family anyway.
About to place the gun down, Darla sensed someone behind her and looked over her shoulder, expecting to see Eggie. But, instead, she saw a stranger, a handsome, clean-shaven young man with wet brown hair. She immediately panicked and swung the .38 still clutched in her hand at the intruder, yelling out, Eggie! Eggie, get down here!
The man held his hands up and growled out, Im standing right in front of you, woman!
Darla blinked. Eggie?
Just put the gun down, Darla. Everythings fine.
But . . . Eggie?
Darla, put the gun down!
Oh! She put the gun on the weapons pile and turned back to the man who sounded like Eggie Ray Smith.
Fascinated, she walked up to him. Is that really you?
Well . . . yeah.
She leaned in closer, his wet hair smelling nice from whatever shampoo hed used. Really?
Yes, really!
Darla took a quick step back. Oh. You just look . . . so . . . different.
All I did was shave.
But what a difference a shave made. Still, she had to ask, Why?
He shrugged. I saw that fancy table and figured it would be nice. He looked down at the jeans and Led Zeppelin concert T-shirt he had on. Didnt really have anything fancier than this to wear, though. So I shaved instead.
Darla smiled. You didnt have to do that for me. I liked your beard.
Thought a little effort couldnt hurt.
Well, I really appreciate it. Darla went up on her toes and kissed Eggies cheek. She heard him swallow, saw those bright wolf eyes turn toward her.
Thats when she realized she was hoping hed kiss her back. Not just on the cheek either. She might be a virgin, but she was hardly a nun. But he didnt kiss her; he simply said, Hope I didnt ruin dinner taking solong.
Not at all. She took his big hand in hers. Lets go eat.
The food was good. The lemon meringue pie astounding. But it was her smile that was making him kind of a mess.
Eggie wasnt used to feeling this way about anything. He was the wolf that Packmates and the Marine Corp called on to handle dangerous situations. He could sneak in anywhere, kill anybody, and get back out again without anyone noticing. Hed been known to sit in a tree for three days straight waiting for the right moment to take his shot. Unlike others who might snap from the pressure, Eggie never snapped. He never had nightmares or woke up in a cold sweat. He never lost his temper or went up into towers so he could shoot the unsuspecting populace.
So why this pretty little gal was making him all kinds of nervous and, to be honest, a little sweaty, he didnt rightly know.
Even stranger, he didnt know why he kind of liked feeling that way. He shouldnt. It wasnt normal for a wolf to feel weak and sort of helpless because a She-wolf had dimples. Honestly, just the cutest dimples. Dimples she kept flashing at him while they ate and she talked and he occasionally grunted. The fact that he wasnt much of a talker didnt seem to bother Darla, she just kept chatting away. Normally all that chatter would annoy Eggie something awful, but he liked the sound of her voice. He found it kind of soothing.
Pecan pie? Cherry? Boston Cream?
You sure did a lot of baking.
Its what I do when my sisters get on my nerves.
Must explain why your pies are so damn good.
That smile returned. Thank you. Janie may think her pecan pie is better than mine, but she can choke on it.
Shes just protective of you. Its the Alpha in her. Shell make a good mate for Bubba.
Does that bother you?
I dont care who he picks as a mate.
No, no. I mean . . . everyone assuming hell be Alpha of the Smithtown Pack one day.
Eggie picked up his glass of milk. Why should it bother me?
Youre older . . . stronger . . . have wider shoulders.
Eggie choked a little on his milk, and quickly grabbed a paper napkin to wipe his chin. Uh ... I dont really want to be in charge. Not of a Pack. Dont mind handling a team or even a squad but anything other than that is more damn people than I want to deal with. I mostly like being on my own.
She winced. Then Im sorry I took over your house . . . or at least your kitchen.
Dont mind. I like having you around. You smell nice.
You smell nice? Really? You idiot!
