The Mane Squeeze. Shelly Laurenston
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Название: The Mane Squeeze

Автор: Shelly Laurenston

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: The Pride Series

isbn: 9781617738593

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СКАЧАТЬ me!” Gwen screamed out, startling the birds from the trees.

      Lock brushed the attacking bees off his face and dug into the hive again, pulling out the honeycomb. He shook off the clinging bees and broke off a piece. Ric sat down against a tree opposite from Lock that was close enough so they didn’t have to scream at each other, but far enough away to help Ric avoid the rampaging bees.

      Once he seemed comfortable, he observed, “You’ve stripped the trees of their bark quite nicely.”

      “Yeah,” Lock mumbled around the honeycomb. “Sorry about that.”

      Ric shrugged. “My father had them imported from Japan for a tidy seven-figure sum, had them featured in that Vanity Fair article on him and the Van Holtz dynasty, and got an award from the Tree Rescue Foundation for his efforts to resurrect nearly extinct trees—but I’m sure he won’t be too upset.”

      Lock winced. “Now I feel bad.”

      “Don’t,” Ric said good-naturedly. “Now—” Ric cringed when Lock bit into a honeycomb and spit out a bee he’d started to chew on “—Adelle is going to make her honey-glazed chicken. Unless you’re all honeyed out.”

      Lock stared at his friend, and Ric nodded. “As I thought. So dinner is set. But before we go back, perhaps you can fill me in on why you’re sitting out here, tearing the bark off trees and abusing bees.”

      Ric cringed again when Lock spit out another bee.

      “What?” Lock demanded, tired of being judged for his eating habits. “Would you prefer I eat them?”

      “No, no. You keep doing whatever it is you enjoy doing. No matter how vile.”

      Lock stared down at the remnants of the hive and admitted what was bothering him. Something that even honey wasn’t curing. “I should never have left her.”

      “Did you have a choice?”

      “If I wanted to fight a polar.”

      “Weren’t you the one who told me that when it comes to bears—bigger wins?”

      “Yeah.” And Toots was definitely bigger. “But I promised her I wouldn’t leave her. I guess I just feel like I let her down by not being there when she woke up fully.”

      “Okay, so maybe you did let her down a little. But I’m sure when she calls, you can explain—”

      “Calls?”

      “To thank you, of course. It’s proper etiquette to send a thank-you note or call after someone saves you from a violent Pack, Pride, or Clan attack.”

      “I’m sensing she didn’t get much shifter etiquette training in Philly. Or, now that I think about it, any etiquette training in Philly.”

      “But you did give her your number? Or you got hers?”

      Lock stared at his friend. “My number?”

      “You didn’t give her your phone number?”

      “She was wounded. It didn’t occur to me.” When Ric sighed, his disappointment clear, Lock threw in, “And I’m sure that cat wouldn’t have let me leave anything for her anyway.”

      “What did the cat look like?”

      “I don’t know. He was a little thing. Tiny. Lion…I think. You know, the breed with all the hair.”

      “Tiny. Right. The world is filled with tiny lion males. And the only tiny lion I know of this close to my territory is Brendon Shaw. And, if I remember what you told me correctly, he’s the one you beat up at Jess Ward’s wedding. Something I’m sure he did not forget since last you two met.”

      “He didn’t. But I didn’t beat him up,” Lock quickly added. “I…I simply threw him five…or maybe it was fifty feet into a tree.”

      The two friends gazed at each other for a long moment.

      Finally, Lock shrugged. “That does make it all kind of awkward, doesn’t it?”

      And that’s when Ric started laughing.

      “You don’t want to talk about the bear?” Blayne asked.

      “No.”

      “But you just yelled about him. So maybe we need to discuss—”

      “No.”

      “Okay.” The sun began to slowly set and that’s when Blayne abruptly turned to Gwen and spewed out in one, never-ending sentence, “My father wants to retire and he wants me to take over his business and I’m moving to New York and I want you to move with me so we can be partners and run the business together, preferably in Manhattan rather than Queens, because you’re my best friend and I love you and it’ll be great!”

      Gwen continued to watch the sun go down behind some trees. “Only you, Blayne,” she said calmly, “would spit out life-changing decisions like bullets from a tommy gun.”

      “Is that a yes?” Blayne asked, with that hopeful eagerness that never seemed to die a humane death.

      “No. That’s not a yes. And what makes you think you need a partner to run your dad’s business? You’re smart, Blayne, no matter what Sister Mary Rose told you. You’ll be fine.”

      “In business terms, I’m a big-picture thinker. I have big plans for this business. But details, Gwenie, are not my friends. You’re the one who handles details beautifully. To sort of quote my dad, I’m the fuck-up with big ideas and you’re the stabilizer.”

      Gwen chuckled. “You’re not a fuck-up.”

      “Maybe not. But I don’t want to do this on my own.”

      And Gwen knew why. Because Gwen had all the confidence but none of the courage to see her dreams through, while Blayne had all the courage but none of the confidence. In many ways…they were a perfect team to run a business. If only Gwen could walk away from her family. Walk away from Philly. But she couldn’t.

      “Why make me a partner, Blayne? In a year you’ll have everything running fine and you’ll resent me taking part of your profits. And I will take part of the profits if I’m a partner.”

      Blayne stared down at her feet. They were too small for her size and definitely too small for the She-wolf in her. Some days she could do amazing things with those feet, other days she could barely manage to make it down flights of stairs, escalators, or simply walk from one room to another without falling on her face. “Other than my dad, I don’t have anybody but you, Gwenie. You’re my Pack.”

      “A Pack of two? That’s awfully sad.”

      “It doesn’t have to be. Not if we do something with it. By myself I can keep the business going. Maybe for the next forty years. But together…we can really do something with it, and enjoy ourselves.”

      Gwen was fighting really hard not to get caught up in Blayne’s excitement. СКАЧАТЬ