The Alpha Claims A Mate(18)
“Nonsense. How are your brownies, dear?”
“Incredibly delicious,” Ginger grinned. This trip had turned out to be an unexpected treat. The sheriff had been making her squirm for days now; it was fun to see the tables turned.
“In fact, we’re thinking of putting her in a home,” Loch continued, glaring at his grandmother. “She’s a danger to herself and others.”
“Why, I think your grandmother is delightful.” Ginger flashed a smile at the sheriff. “I could come here every day. Especially if it meant more of this iced tea. And these brownies? Heaven.”
“Yes, my grandmother sure can cook. Grandmother, we really need to be going. I’ve got work waiting for me back at the station.”
“All right, but you bring your new girlfriend here any old time that you want. How about this Sunday? Sunday works for me.”
“We’ll see,” he muttered. He glanced at Ginger, who was holding a brownie in front of her face to smother a laugh.
Ginger turned to Willie. “Willie, would I be able to take a few of these brownies with me? It’s for a good cause.”
“Certainly,” she said happily, and grabbed a Tupperware box from a cupboard. She quickly put a dozen brownies in it. “There’s more where those come from. You come by any time.”
As they started to walk out the door, his grandmother put her hand on Ginger’s arm. “Why did you turn my grandson down when he asked you to dance?”
Ginger paused, startled. “Well…it was the way he asked me. He just marched right up and barked ‘Dance with me’…not even so much as a please.”
Willie shot him a look, and cuffed him on the side of the head.
“That is not how we raised you, Lochland Connall Armstrong.”
He groaned and rolled his eyes. “Grandmother, please.”
Ginger sighed. “Why can you get away with that and I can’t?”
“Well, dear, as family I do have certain privileges. But he’s the Alpha of our pack, so while I may chastise my grandson, I do it discreetly. And not in public.”
“Point taken,” Ginger nodded, and followed him out to his patrol car.
“That was delightful,” she said as they climbed in the car. “Can we go there every day for a nice long lunch?”#p#分页标题#e#
“No, we can not.” He glowered. “Are you giving me a hard time? Aren’t you supposed to be trying to please me so I give a good report to your Alpha?”
“You know, you’ve got all these women in town simpering over you and kissing your butt. I think I’m going to take a different approach.” She buckled her seatbelt. “Can we go check on Cletus before we go to your office?”
“Sure thing. And don’t think you’re escaping punishment for your sassy behavior back there, young lady.”
“Oh really? What did you have in mind?”
“Let’s just say you’re lucky you’re not a member of my pack, because I’d likely put you over my knee.”
A sudden image of her over the sheriff’s knee flashed through her mind, and a wave of heat rolled over. She stifled a whimper.
In her mind’s eye she was naked, and squirming, and he was firmly restraining her with one hand and bringing his other hand down on her bare buttocks.
She pressed her lips together tightly and tried to think un-sexy thoughts as they drove. Ashmont’s image flashed through her mind. How they always had sex with the lights off. How he only liked it missionary style.
“Here we are,” the sheriff said, pulling up in front of the community center, which was smack in the middle of the Main Street shopping district. They were on a big lot of land, set back from the sidewalk that led to all the little shops up and down the street. Like the sheriff’s office, it had a big sign with the Blue Moon junction logo of a wolf howling at the moon.
They both climbed out of the car. “Can you follow my lead?” Ginger asked. “Just agree with whatever I say.”
Cletus was in the garden, running his hoe through the dirt. He wore a handkerchief on his head.
“Hey, Cletus, glad to see you made it,” the sheriff said. He glanced at the garden. “You made some good progress here. If this keeps up, I might be able to recommend you to the town’s public works department for a full time job.”
“Really?” Cletus looked startled.
“Swear to God. I’m impressed.”
“By the way, Cletus, I thought maybe you could help me out with something. I’m trying to learn to cook, and I made these brownies this morning, but nobody will try them for me.”