Melinda’s Wolves(71)

Melinda scooped out a helping of the steaming chicken and vegetables. “I’ll go by in the morning, but I’m not spending the day there again. I gave you each a day. I need to go back to my own shop tomorrow.” She glared at Keegan and then Trace. “Don’t argue.”

Both men nodded. Neither looked pleased.

She met Keegan’s gaze again as she took her first bite. After chewing and swallowing, she spoke. “I don’t know if there’s anything else I can say. The place is evil. And I’ll admit it’s hard to separate my personal feelings from the actual vibe coming from the site.”

“What about your grandma?” Trace asked as he dished up some food. “Should we see if she’s had any visions with regard to the building?”

Melinda thought about that for a second. “Maybe. But she’s so vehemently opposed to the construction, I’m not sure she can separate her feelings from true premonitions on this one. Or even if she can, you’ll never know it because she turns red and grows two inches taller every time that damn casino is mentioned in a two-mile radius of her.

“If you think I’m bad, wait until you’ve had a few minutes with Mimi about the casino. Your butts will hurt as if she’d truly given you new assholes. Trust me.”

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Keegan smiled at his mate’s colorful description of her grandmother. He’d only seen the woman for a few minutes the night of the housewarming at Griffen’s. He could tell from what little he knew Mimi could pack a punch. What she lacked for in stature, she made up for in personality.

Just like Melinda.

Mimi was undoubtedly a wise shaman, however. He needed to take anything she could add to the case seriously.

As they ate, Keegan questioned Trace. “You really think this might be the guy who sent the emails?”

“Certainly possible. If the wrong people found out he snitched, I guess they could have taken him out. We’re certainly dealing with a shit ton of money.”

“Could we change the subject?” Melinda asked. “I mean, I love chatting about dead guys found on the reservation and all, but…”

Keegan loved her sarcastic voice. He nodded. “Sure. How was your brother and the baby this morning?”

“You mean after you finally let me go inside the house?”

Trace lifted his gaze, swallowing a bite. “There must be a story to go with that.”

Keegan chuckled. His cock hardened at the memory. “The imp taunted me all the way to her brother’s house and then wouldn’t let me knock on the door. I thought she was going to fuck me on the porch.”

Melinda gasped. She wiped her mouth with her napkin, her eyes wide. “I did no such thing.”

Trace laughed so hard he had to tip his head back. “I’m sorry I missed that.”

Keegan winked at Melinda. Her face was deep red, but her mouth was turned up the smallest amount, indicating she was fighting laughter herself.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and smiled as she doled out the sarcasm. “As for the baby, McKenna is the sweetest thing. I held her for more than an hour, during which time she slept soundly and never made a peep. I don’t know what her parents’ issues are. They all three looked like they haven’t slept since Saturday.”

Keegan knew she was teasing. And she wasn’t wrong. He left before Griffen showed up in the living room, but from what he could tell, Miles and Rebecca were a bit ragged. “I seriously doubt you’ll feel the same after you give birth. My sister and her mate were a disaster for months.”

“Yeah, about that…” Melinda set her elbow on the table and her chin on her palm. “You would never impregnate me without my permission, right?” She glanced at Keegan and then Trace. Her eyes were wide.

Trace took her hand. “Of course not, baby.”

“We aren’t that crass. Besides, I can’t imagine adding a baby to this mix yet. I was surprised when Griffen and Miles got Rebecca pregnant so fast. I personally would rather enjoy several years alone with you first.” Keegan stood, leaned over the table, and planted a kiss on his mate’s lips. “Okay?”

“God yes, but I’m pretty sure that was Rebecca’s intention too, and then they got carried away one time and—oops.” Melinda pushed her chair back and gathered as many plates as she could carry to load the dishwasher. “I do not want an oops. If you two don’t think you can control yourselves when I’m fertile, then we need to use condoms.”

Trace shook his head. “Won’t let it happen.”

“Uh huh. That’s what your brother said, and now he has large bags under his eyes and a noisy house.” She set her armful in the sink and leaned against the counter.