“I don’t know.” Damian scrubbed a hand over his face. “Other than demanding our address, she hardly said a word.”
“If she comes here looking for Mel, it could cause problems for the pack. The last thing we need is a human seeing one of us changing forms and telling the whole world.”
“Hopefully Sara will be happy enough just seeing that her sister is safe and sound and won’t ask too many questions.”
“Do you believe that?” Luke asked.
“No.” Damian began to pace. “We deal with this one step at a time and hope that everything pans out.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
Luke could be such a pessimist and although it was good to look at all the different angles, Damian didn’t want to borrow trouble before it happened. He would look for ways to cross the bridge when he got to it. He didn’t get to reply to Luke’s question, but he shot his brother a warning look, telling him to keep his mouth shut when he heard Melissa returning.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
* * * *
Melissa unlocked the door to her apartment, leading the way to her small kitchen as Damian and Luke followed. She pushed the “play” button on her answering machine and listened to the messages as she filled the kettle and got down coffee mugs from the cupboard. Her sister had left several messages asking her to call her as soon as she got home, which she had expected.
The last message on her machine took her by surprise. Wesley Sands had left a message apologizing for the way he had treated her. He asked for her to call him because he wanted to see her. She spun around in surprise when she heard a low growling noise coming from her two mates.
She ignored their blustering as she set about making them coffee and placed it on the small table where they had taken a seat. And then called Sara again.
“Good. How about I bring some takeout over for dinner? I want you to meet Damian and Luke. Okay, we’ll be there around eight. Love you, see you soon.” She disconnected the call and turned to her men. “You have nothing to worry about you know.”
“About what, honey?” Luke asked.
“Wesley. I don’t want anything do to with him. I’m not going to call him,” Melissa said sincerely.
“It’s not you we don’t trust, Mel. Any other male in your life who is not related to you is perceived as a threat by our wolves. It is a natural instinct, baby. You would feel exactly the same way with us. Your wolf would also wish to express her displeasure,” Damian explained.
“Hmm. Okay, I can try and relate to that. Thanks for explaining your reaction to me.” Melissa knew that the only way to make their relationship work was communication. If they kept the line of communication open to her and her to them, and explained the reasons they reacted as they did, she would have no reason to become annoyed with them and vice versa. At least she hoped so. But love was the most important ingredient and they already had that so everything should be okay.
Melissa was about to say they should get going when someone pounded loudly on her front door.
Trepidation ran the length of her spine and even though she was afraid to answer the door—she had a feeling she already knew who was knocking—she went to answer it anyway. Her fears were confirmed when she opened the door and ended up face to face with Wesley Sands.
“Hi, Melissa. Did you get my message?” Wesley didn’t wait for an answer. He jumped ahead with his explanation and apology. “I’m really very sorry for the way I treated you that night. I came to apologize to your face and to ask if you would be willing to give me another chance. I’d really like to take you out to dinner tonight if you’re not doing anything?”
Melissa didn’t get the chance to answer. The door was snatched from her hands. She was abruptly picked up and moved away from the door. She found herself standing behind her two mates. They were blocking her with their bodies and trying to protect her from Wesley. If she hadn’t been so mad at them, it would have made her laugh. Wesley was no threat to her.
“Melissa is not going out with you, nor will she ever be seeing you again. So I suggest you leave right now,” Damian said in a steely, growly voice.
“Melissa, what’s going on? Who are these two Neanderthals?”
“Uh…I wouldn’t insul—” Melissa didn’t get to finish her warning. Damian stepped forward until he was virtually standing on top of Wesley.
“Melissa will not be going on any dates now or in the future, with you or any other man. She is married to us. You had your chance and blew it. Leave now.” Damian snarled.