“No, Jess is quite sure he is fool. And I think I agree with her.”
“Why are y’all picking on me?”
“Because,” Phil snapped, “if you screw this up, we’re stuck with Sherman Landry or an equivalent.” Phil glared at him. “That is unacceptable to me.”
“Sorry I’m screwing up your life.”
“Just get it right.” Danny let out a deep breath. “You’ve got one more shot here. We’re going to our Long Island house.”
“And?”
“Marissa Shaw’s property butts ours. Do the math, hillbilly,” Phil snarled between clenched teeth.
“That’ll work,” May said with that constant cheerfulness. It was annoying. “You can ‘accidentally’ meet up with us at some point.” She winked at him.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“You better,” Phil bit out. “Because if I have to deal with Landry on a regular basis, there will be hell to pay.”
“Mornin’, sunshine.”
Brendon, dressed in only a towel and fresh from his shower, slowly turned away from his kitchen sink and faced the man who had quickly become the bane of his existence. His sister had been right, it seemed. She said you take on one Packmate, you take on them all. Now, nearly every day, he found some wolf wandering around his home, eating his food, watching his TV—and he wouldn’t even discuss the bathtub incident.
“Why are you here?”
Smitty held up a bowl of plain yogurt. “I was hungry.”
“This is a hotel. You can get room service. In another room. Even better, another hotel—in another state.”
“True enough. True enough. But I do have a question for you.”
Brendon took a deep, cleansing breath. “Okay.”
“Your sister has property near the Kuznetsov Pack’s, right?”
“The one out on Long Island?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. So?”
“Any plans for this weekend?”
Brendon folded his arms in front of his chest, his patience sprinting out of the room. “Spit it out, canine.”
“Thought we could bring the Pack there, maybe Mace and Dez, since we have this long weekend coming up. Make it a family thing.”
“And you want to take them to the property that just happens to butt up against your girlfriend’s Pack’s?”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
Yet.
Brendon had been there. He knew the possessive look in the man’s eye. Poor idiot. He had no idea. None. But Smitty had given Brendon’s boneheaded brother a job that kept him in New York and out of trouble. More important, Smitty had brought him Ronnie Lee. For that alone he owed the man, although under torture he’d never admit that out loud. “All right, little puppy, we can go. Besides, it’ll be fun watching her ignore you.”
“That’s real kind of you, hoss.”
“Well, ya know... ” Brendon grinned. “I do try.”
CHAPTER 23
Jess loved this. Loved coming to this place. To this sanctuary. To relax and be at peace.
“So you gonna marry this guy?”
Jess sighed loud and long. Of course, when you brought the pups along, one risked the whole sanctuary thing.
“Why,” Jess asked while sitting on the front porch of the Long Island Pack house staring out at the woods dusted in snow, “must you ruin my weekend with your incessant questions?”“I asked one.” Johnny sat down in a chair next to her, a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. “After what Kristan told me and now seeing him in your apartment, I was just wondering—”
“Kristan was supposed to keep her mouth shut.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
“And you didn’t see anything.” Jess took Johnny’s hot chocolate and sipped it. “So what are you wondering anyway?”
“If you marry this guy—”
“I’m not going to marry him.”
“—will that change the whole adoption thing?”
Jess turned in her chair and stared at Johnny. And she kept staring until the boy twisted uncomfortably in his chair. “What?”
“See this?” Jess pointed at her face. “This is my unhappy expression.”
Johnny’s lips turned up a bit at the corners. “Your unhappy expression?”
“Yes, this is the expression I get when I’m unhappy.”
“Oh. And you’re unhappy because... ”
“Because you actually think that some man, any man, could make me change any of my decisions. I didn’t know you saw me as such a wuss.”
“I don’t. It’s just... ” Johnny shrugged. “My mom changed her whole life over a guy, and she was one of the toughest women I knew.”
“She was also seventeen when she had you. I’m thirty-two. Big difference, kid.”
Johnny smiled. “I guess you don’t get all this by being a wuss, huh?”
“Nope.”
Jess happily breathed in the fresh air. “Might as well suck it up, Johnny. As I told you before, you’re stuck with us.”
“Right. Like the Mafia.” Seventeen this weekend but still a smart-ass kid as far as Jess was concerned. “So am I going to go hunting this weekend with the others? Or are you still gonna treat me like a pup who hasn’t cut his teeth?”
Jess placed her feet up on the railing and relaxed back. “We’ll see. The Stark Clan is here this weekend too.”
“So?”
“Those hyenas tend to come on our territory unasked.”
“Hence the fistfight at the grocery store.”
“They started it. And it wasn’t a fistfight—it was a shoving match.” Jess handed the mug back to Johnny. “No marshmallows?”
“I don’t like marshmallows.”
“Philistine.”
“Fascist.”
The pair stared off into the surrounding woods. It snowed all last night and now the entire property had a healthy bit of snow for them to enjoy. Jess had every intention of snowboarding this weekend. She’d completely recovered, physically and emotionally, from her ugly run-in with that rutting male elk last year.
Good thing wild dogs were fast runners.
Smitty did really well until the young cub climbed up onto his shoulders and bit into the back of his head. Slowly, he faced Ronnie Lee, who seemed engrossed in a gossip magazine.
“Ow,” he said.
Ronnie Lee glanced at him, but her eyes widened when she saw Brendon Shaw’s son trying to turn him into a meal.
“Oh, crap!” She tossed the magazine, pulled herself to her knees on the couch, and grabbed the cub off Smitty’s head. “Erik! We discussed this. Wolves are not for eating.”
When she pulled him away, Erik screamed and fought to get back to Smitty.
“I think he likes you.”
Smitty held his arms out. “Give him here.”
Before Ronnie could do anything, Erik charged back over to him, slamming his small body right into his chest.
Smiling, Ronnie said, “Kids love you.”
“It must be my charm.”
Unprompted, the cub in his lap began to howl. Loudly.
Ronnie placed her hand over Erik’s mouth. “Shush!” she ordered in a loud whisper. “I told you not to do that when your daddy’s in the house.”
“Ronnie Lee, what have you been teachin’ this cat?”
She shook her head. “Nothin’.”
“Ronnie Lee... ”
Ronnie grabbed her magazine and settled back into the couch, ignoring his chastising tone. “So what’s your grand plan here, Bobby Ray?”
“My grand plan?”
“To trap you a wild dog this weekend. That is why we’re here, isn’t it?”
“Lord, Ronnie Lee. I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
She turned on the couch to face him, pulling her feet up so her toes grazed his thigh. Neither was too surprised when Erik grabbed them. For a toddler, he already seemed to have quite a few fetishes. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, one second I’m thinking, ‘She’s mine. She’s always been mine and I’m taking her.’ Then the next I think, ‘She’s not strong enough. Not to be part of the Smiths’.”
“You don’t know that, Smitty.”
“When I went after that bear, she hid behind a tree.”
Ronnie snorted. “I would have hid behind a tree unless you needed me.”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
“Smitty, every female in Smithtown knows—you never get between a Smith male and a regular fight. Ever. Sounds to me she was smart. Not weak. I won’t say it’s easy being part of the Smiths. But if she’s the right girl for you, neither of you may have a choice.”
“I know that.”
“I do have to say, she’s grown up real pretty, Bobby Ray.”
“That she has.”
“Pretty and still innocent enough to shame the angels.”
Smitty smirked. “Not all that innocent.”
“Why, Bobby Ray Smith, you’re gonna make me blush—Ow! Erik! That’s my toe, boy. Watch those teeth.”
As wolf, Sissy Mae sauntered into the room, the females behind her. She yipped at Ronnie Lee and motioned to the door with her head.
“Y’all go on now.” Smitty pulled Erik off Ronnie Lee’s feet. “I’ll watch Erik.”
“Are you sure?” She raised her eyebrows, letting him know she could still talk but not saying it because then Sissy Mae would demand to know what they were talking about. And even worse, she’d try to “help.” Nothing worse than Sissy Mae trying to help. She’d thought she’d helped last night when she sent him to Jessie’s apartment.“Go. I’ll hunt tomorrow.”