Sawyer grinned. “That’s it, really. And believe me, this strange supernatural presence is as unnerving to us as it is to you.”
She burst out laughing at the statement. Not a normal jovial giggle but a full condescending laughter that didn’t end until her eyes watered and she had to wipe tears from her face. “Strange supernatural presence?” she repeated.
Her face sobered, and she jumped to her feet. “You.” She pointed at Sawyer. “And you.” She shifted her finger to thrust it toward Logan. “You are a strange supernatural presence. How the hell can you sit there and tell me about some weird black aura as if you can’t believe it yourself while I’m still trying to wrap my head around the existence of wolf shifters?” she shouted.
Sawyer flinched. She was right.
And then the doorbell rang.
Great. The pizza.
Amanda turned to tromp from the room before either man could respond.
Sawyer groaned as he lifted himself up and trudged to the door. “That went well,” he muttered.
He whipped the door open without considering for a moment that he wore nothing but unbuttoned jeans. Surprisingly, the delivery boy was a girl, however, and her mouth gaped open as she stared at him.
He dipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out several bills. “How much is it?”
She handed him two boxes without speaking. Lord. The receipt was on the top box, and he glanced at it, mentally added five dollars, and handed her the total. “Thanks,” he muttered. Half of him wanted to chuckle at the way she still stared. But he had bigger problems, and instead, met her gaze. “Anything else you need?”
She jerked her gaze from his crotch, up his bare chest, and across his face until she met his eyes with a flush. And then she fled the front step.
Sawyer watched her back for a second before something crawled up his spine, making him glance around the parking lot in front of the condo. He had no idea what had ahold of his chest, but it tightened until Logan was suddenly at his side, taking the boxes from his hand and tugging him back a few steps to shut the door.
Sawyer lifted his gaze toward Logan. “Something was out there.”
“I know. I felt it too. But we don’t need whatever or whoever it is to realize we’re onto them.”
Sawyer nodded. Logan was right. Suddenly he wasn’t nearly as hungry. If someone or something meant harm to him or his mates, he would blow a gasket. If anyone thought for a second to lay a hand on Amanda…
Chapter Eighteen
Amanda wandered back out to the living room, trying to control her anger. She would have loved to sulk in private for a few hours, but that would solve nothing. Besides, she was starving, and the smell of pizza had made its way to the master bedroom where she’d been pacing for the last few minutes.
At least neither Logan nor Sawyer came after her. She might have thrown a punch. It would have hurt her more than them, but she still would have done it. She was that stressed.
“Amanda, we’re so sorry. I know this isn’t what you envisioned for your life. Believe me, if I could make it any easier, I would.” Logan eased back into the same seat he’d been in before, not approaching. Two boxes of pizza sat in the center of the table, and there were several sodas and bottles of water scattered on the surface too.
Her stomach growled, and she wasn’t too proud to sit back down and stuff her face. The moment Logan opened the first box, she moaned. They’d ordered that first pizza exactly how she loved it—peperoni, olives, and mushrooms. She smiled. Not many men would do that for a woman.
Without saying anything, she grabbed a plate and two slices and sat down to sink her teeth into it, hoping she wouldn’t burn the roof of her mouth in her haste.
Sawyer opened the other box and grabbed a slice of what looked like meat lovers. Also a good choice she wouldn’t turn down, but when they’d asked her earlier in the day what her favorite pizza looked like, she’d told them, and now she was enjoying the fruits of her honesty.
And she’d learned something. Never underestimate her men. They had good memories and used them to make her feel more at home.
She lifted her gaze to find Sawyer chewing on a bite while looking at her. “We are sorry,” he said as he swallowed.
“I know. I’m just drowning in information. I hope you’re done.” She hadn’t begun to process the latest, but she would. She had to. Every ounce of her soul told her to face this head on. She was with them for life. She couldn’t explain how she knew that, but she did. And she had to trust them, weird black auras and all.
They all three ate like wolves…literally. And when the last piece was devoured, she took a long drink of soda and then looked at Sawyer. “Will you shift for me?” She had two reasons for the request. One was that she’d seen Logan last night but hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing Sawyer. The other was she needed the reinforcement that it was real and not a figment of her imagination.