Bayou Wolf. Debbie Herbert

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СКАЧАТЬ warning look. “Payton’s a guest in our house.”

      “It’s okay.” Payton set down his glass of tea. “I’ll admit it bothers me a little. But it’s honest, tax-paying work and I’m not ashamed of my job.”

      “At least you didn’t make the excuse that if you didn’t do it someone else would,” she muttered.

      “Well, there is that.”

      “Chulah spoke to Hank today,” Tombi interrupted, taking the heat off Payton. “Hank said if the developers offered him a good deal on the land, he would take it. Can’t blame a man for doing what he needs to with his own land.”

      “Don’t you care about our woods? This could start a bad precedent.”

      “Hank and Sashy have two children starting college in a few years,” Annie said quietly. “There’s two sides to every story.”

      “I still don’t like it,” she insisted.

      Annie stood and began collecting plates. “Hope you like pot roast and potatoes,” she said to Payton.

      “Love it.”

      Tallulah stood as well and gathered up her and Payton’s plates, then followed Annie into the kitchen.

      “Might want to go a little easier on your date,” Annie said offhandedly.

      “He’s not my...oh, okay. I’ll give him a pass for the evening. But I’m still going to protest what they’re doing.”

      Annie pulled the roast out of the oven and set it on the counter. “Maybe that won’t be needed. I think all we have to do is send April over to sweet-talk Sashy. Chulah’s wife will convince her the deal is bad.”

      “That’s actually a great idea,” Annie agreed. “Sashy can get her husband to come around. All we need to do is ask April to wield her magic.”

      “Magic?” Payton stood in the doorway.

      Tallulah and Annie exchanged a secret smile.

      “So to speak,” Annie said.

      “What are you doing in here?” Tallulah asked bluntly. Was he trying to sneak up on them?

      “Came to see if you needed any help.”

      Annie handed him a pair of kitchen gloves. “You can carry in this casserole dish if you’d like.”

      The sight of the tall, handsome lumberjack wearing kitchen gloves made Tallulah want to giggle. No, take that back. It was adorable. Melt-your-heart kind of cute. She grabbed the basket of rolls and followed him back to the dining room.

      The rest of dinner proceeded smoothly and they left the cabin after another hour or so of après-dinner drinks and talking.

      The warm glow on the drive home wasn’t just from partaking of Tombi’s excellent whiskey. The blond giant driving beside her had much to do with her good humor. She glanced at him, suddenly shy. “Glad we could set aside our differences for the evening.”

      He laid a hand on her left thigh. “I have high hopes for us.”

      She eyed his hand suspiciously. If Payton had high hopes about sleeping with her on a first date, he could think again.

      At her cabin, he hurried to open her car door and escorted her to the front door.

      The awkward moment had arrived. “Would you like to come in for coffee?”

      He leaned an arm against the door and stared at her, his gray eyes so dark that the glints of blue in them were the subtle hue of an oiled, polished handgun. “Better not,” he said gruffly. “You’re much too tempting.”

      “I am?” Her voice was a whisper in the breeze.

      “Very much so. First dates, I don’t believe in anything more physical than a kiss.”

      She laughed.

      “I’m serious.”

      Tallulah cocked her head to the side and studied his face. Yes, he meant what he’d said. She found it oddly endearing. Old-fashioned, chivalrous and sexy as all get-out. She stuck out a hand. “If you’d like we can just shake hands and call it a night.”

      “Not on your life.”

      He bent down and claimed her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers until she felt weak-kneed and fevered, never wanting it to end.

      He drew back and then rested his forehead on hers. “I better go, Lulu.”

      “Okay,” she agreed, still in a haze. She inserted the key into the lock opened the door and then swiftly turned back to him. “What did you call me?

      “Lulu. Tallulah is a mouthful.”

      She frowned. “I don’t like it. It sounds...undignified.”

      “It’s adorable. It suits you.”

      “Humph.” She shut the door and went to the window, watching as Payton drove off. The man could make her go from joy to irritation in two seconds. And passion? It always seemed to shimmer between them like a promise.

      * * *

      He began his slow descent to a night of freedom—no small feat considering that it was under the noses of over a dozen pack members. Even sleeping, their heightened senses were sensitive to noise. Ever so slowly, he climbed out of bed and padded barefoot out of the bedroom, down the hall and stairs and through the den. At the back door he paused for several minutes, ears alert for the slightest stirring of movement.

      They would never understand.

      The blood thirst churned his gut and would not be sated, no matter how hard he tried.

      Satisfied that the rest of the pack was still asleep, he turned the doorknob with painstaking carefulness. He briefly considered shifting and using the doggie door, but it had an annoying flap that was surprisingly noisy. Carefully, he slipped into the dark cover of night. Even then, he had to exercise extreme caution. He scurried to the hedges at the side of the house and shape-shifted. Bone and sinew twisted and transformed skin to fur. Two legs multiplied to four and his large paws padded on the soil. Belly close to the ground, he crept to the middle of the cotton field, just in case someone had wakened and chanced to look out a window.

      His heart beat more rapidly, pulsing with the conflicting emotions of excitement and revulsion. And then he was free—racing into the woods, tongue panting, senses alive with the smell and sounds of the night.

      It’ll be okay. I’ll find some small animal again. I can control the blood hunger.

      Alabama was a new start. Never again would he kill a human. It was too dangerous for him and for the whole pack. If they ever caught on to his secret, his life would be over. From here on out, he’d content his bloodlust by feasting on small animals.

      And so, once more, he was on the hunt.

      He sniffed СКАЧАТЬ