Wolf with Benefits
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The wild dog stared at Toni and Toni stared back. When that went on for a bit, it seemed Ricky Lee began to get uncomfortable.
But as soon as Toni heard him begin, What I think she means, Jessie Ann, she cut him right off.
I dont need you to clarify my statements for me, wolf, thank you very much.
Yeah, but
I dont even know you, she reminded him.
Toni refocused on Jess Ward. Look, if you really want to find out how my mother will deal with your son on a regular basis, you might as well go upstairs and check it out, because even I can hear he stopped practicing and I highly doubt she left your house.
Dammit. Jess Ward spun around and faced the kitchen door. She started to go through it, realized she still had the sling in her hand, and stopped long enough to toss it across the room. The white cloth hit Toni in the face and sort of hung there, blinding her.
She didnt bother taking it off.
Ricky Lee finally released his hold on the little She-jackal and slipped off the counter. He stood in front of her and pulled the sling off her face.
She had her eyes closed, and he left her that way while he fashioned the cloth into a proper sling for her.
After a minute or so, she eased one eye open and leaned around him to see if Jessie Ann had actually left the room. Once she knew they were completely alone, she leaned back, looked at him, and said something that Ricky Lee had never heard from a shifter female before. Not ever. Not once.
I am so sorry, she whispered.
Ricky froze, thought hed misheard her.
Pardon?
I said Im sorry. She continued to whisper, although with wild dogs and their oversized ears, they could hear anything they wanted to in their house. It made it impossible for their kids to get away with any of the crap that Smith pups managed to pull off back in Smithtown. You know, for snapping at you.
Ricky Lee looked the female over. She seemed sincere. And he didnt see a weapon on her that would suggest she intended to cut his throat or anything when he turned around.
Um . . . thats okay. He began to fit the sling on her, careful not to move her shoulder too much since he knew it still hurt her. You do know, he felt the need to point out, that what just happened could have easily blown up in your face.
Yeah. It could have. But I didnt think it would. She was already waiting for me to try to relate to her on her level. You know, talk about the Lord of the Rings movies or how my little brother Freddy is a baby hacker. This Pack might live in the lap of luxury now, but they had some rough years on the streets when they were younger. I had to go with a straightforward approach.
And how did you know all thatabout Jessie Anns past? he asked.
Oh, she said while Ricky leaned in a bit and reached around her to tie the sling at the back of her neck. There are these things called comp-poo-tors and when you ask the comp-poo-tors questions, the box gives you answers!
Ricky stepped back and saw her wicked little smile.
Look at you, darlin, he teased back. Flirtin with me.
She laughed and Ricky knew then hed just been charmed by a She-jackal. And the good Lord knew it had been a long time since Ricky had been charmed by anyone.
Jess Ward peeked around the open door to, shed admit, spy on her adopted son and that jackal. In the relatively short time shed had Johnny in her home, shed fired two music teachers, punched another one in the face, and threatened to set another on fire. The last two her mate, Bobby Ray Smith, had handled paying off himself because he refused to visit her in prison. But some of these teachers were just rude! She got it. Okay? She understood. This was a tough business and one needed a thick skin. Blah blah blah.
Yes, she understood all that. But what these teachers didnt get was that Johnny had already had a hard life. His biological mother had died when he was thirteen. Then he was bounced around from foster home to foster home until he landed with Jesss Pack. So yeah, she was protective of him. And although shed appreciated the honesty of the damaged-shouldered She-jackal in her kitchen who had one of the Reed boys wrapped around her like a boa constrictor, that still did not mean Jess was okay with Tonis mother. Especially when she was pretty damn sure the woman only got that dog to finagle her way into Jesss good graces.
Jess hated tricky shit like that.
So yes, she was spying. And sure, Johnny was eighteen now so she should be able to trust his judgment. But boys were stupid, something shed learned at a very young age.
Jess could see the pair sitting on the floor of Johnnys practice room. For a fifty-something internationally known musician whod played on the Tonight Show, and before the Queen of England, Jacqueline Jean-Louis sure was casual. She had on ripped jeans and a band T-shirt . . . oooh. The B-52s. Okay. So she had good musical taste outside of the classical stuff. That was nice to see. She also wore sneakers that had seen better days. She sat Indian style, her elbows resting on her knees while Johnny stared at her like Marilyn Monroe was in the room.
When did you first start playing? the She-jackal asked Johnny.
My mom got me my first violin when I was five.
Why? Did she just want you to learn an instrument?
No. I asked for it. I saw Itzhak Perlman play on PBS and I wanted to learn to play like that.
But as soon as Toni heard him begin, What I think she means, Jessie Ann, she cut him right off.
I dont need you to clarify my statements for me, wolf, thank you very much.
Yeah, but
I dont even know you, she reminded him.
Toni refocused on Jess Ward. Look, if you really want to find out how my mother will deal with your son on a regular basis, you might as well go upstairs and check it out, because even I can hear he stopped practicing and I highly doubt she left your house.
Dammit. Jess Ward spun around and faced the kitchen door. She started to go through it, realized she still had the sling in her hand, and stopped long enough to toss it across the room. The white cloth hit Toni in the face and sort of hung there, blinding her.
She didnt bother taking it off.
Ricky Lee finally released his hold on the little She-jackal and slipped off the counter. He stood in front of her and pulled the sling off her face.
She had her eyes closed, and he left her that way while he fashioned the cloth into a proper sling for her.
After a minute or so, she eased one eye open and leaned around him to see if Jessie Ann had actually left the room. Once she knew they were completely alone, she leaned back, looked at him, and said something that Ricky Lee had never heard from a shifter female before. Not ever. Not once.
I am so sorry, she whispered.
Ricky froze, thought hed misheard her.
Pardon?
I said Im sorry. She continued to whisper, although with wild dogs and their oversized ears, they could hear anything they wanted to in their house. It made it impossible for their kids to get away with any of the crap that Smith pups managed to pull off back in Smithtown. You know, for snapping at you.
Ricky Lee looked the female over. She seemed sincere. And he didnt see a weapon on her that would suggest she intended to cut his throat or anything when he turned around.
Um . . . thats okay. He began to fit the sling on her, careful not to move her shoulder too much since he knew it still hurt her. You do know, he felt the need to point out, that what just happened could have easily blown up in your face.
Yeah. It could have. But I didnt think it would. She was already waiting for me to try to relate to her on her level. You know, talk about the Lord of the Rings movies or how my little brother Freddy is a baby hacker. This Pack might live in the lap of luxury now, but they had some rough years on the streets when they were younger. I had to go with a straightforward approach.
And how did you know all thatabout Jessie Anns past? he asked.
Oh, she said while Ricky leaned in a bit and reached around her to tie the sling at the back of her neck. There are these things called comp-poo-tors and when you ask the comp-poo-tors questions, the box gives you answers!
Ricky stepped back and saw her wicked little smile.
Look at you, darlin, he teased back. Flirtin with me.
She laughed and Ricky knew then hed just been charmed by a She-jackal. And the good Lord knew it had been a long time since Ricky had been charmed by anyone.
Jess Ward peeked around the open door to, shed admit, spy on her adopted son and that jackal. In the relatively short time shed had Johnny in her home, shed fired two music teachers, punched another one in the face, and threatened to set another on fire. The last two her mate, Bobby Ray Smith, had handled paying off himself because he refused to visit her in prison. But some of these teachers were just rude! She got it. Okay? She understood. This was a tough business and one needed a thick skin. Blah blah blah.
Yes, she understood all that. But what these teachers didnt get was that Johnny had already had a hard life. His biological mother had died when he was thirteen. Then he was bounced around from foster home to foster home until he landed with Jesss Pack. So yeah, she was protective of him. And although shed appreciated the honesty of the damaged-shouldered She-jackal in her kitchen who had one of the Reed boys wrapped around her like a boa constrictor, that still did not mean Jess was okay with Tonis mother. Especially when she was pretty damn sure the woman only got that dog to finagle her way into Jesss good graces.
Jess hated tricky shit like that.
So yes, she was spying. And sure, Johnny was eighteen now so she should be able to trust his judgment. But boys were stupid, something shed learned at a very young age.
Jess could see the pair sitting on the floor of Johnnys practice room. For a fifty-something internationally known musician whod played on the Tonight Show, and before the Queen of England, Jacqueline Jean-Louis sure was casual. She had on ripped jeans and a band T-shirt . . . oooh. The B-52s. Okay. So she had good musical taste outside of the classical stuff. That was nice to see. She also wore sneakers that had seen better days. She sat Indian style, her elbows resting on her knees while Johnny stared at her like Marilyn Monroe was in the room.
When did you first start playing? the She-jackal asked Johnny.
My mom got me my first violin when I was five.
Why? Did she just want you to learn an instrument?
No. I asked for it. I saw Itzhak Perlman play on PBS and I wanted to learn to play like that.
