BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON: RISE OF THE ARKANSAS WEREWOLVES by Jodi Vaughn

Author:Jodi Vaughn [Vaughn, Jodi]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Jodi Vaughn
Published: 2015-01-19T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Ava clung to Damon as he sped down the interstate on his Harley to their next destination. She hadn’t pressed him about where they were going. Frankly, she didn’t want to know. Wherever their destination, it might be the place he would leave her. She wasn’t ready to tell him goodbye, just yet.

Rubbing her hands across his washboard abs, he shivered under her fingertips. She loved how he responded to her touch. If only they had more time together. The minutes seemed to be siphoning away, their days rushing by with no way to slow down and enjoy the short time they had left.

He pulled into the parking lot of a decrepit-looking building with no windows and steel bars on the door.

“What is this place? It looks condemned.” She wrinkled up her nose.

“It’s a bar that caters to our kind.” He turned and scanned the nearly empty parking lot. There was only one other bike parked near the entrance. She assumed it was someone who worked there.

“A werewolf bar?” Her eyes widened. It still seemed weird to say. “Is it dangerous?”

“Only on a full moon and then hardly anyone comes in unless they are looking for trouble. Humans rarely come here.”

“Sounds like you know from experience.”

“Maybe.”

The closed sign hung limply on its side like a broken arm. Instead of going through the front door, he led her around to the side of the building.

He rapped on the backdoor.

“We’re closed. Can’t you see the damn sign?” A deep voice roared from the other side of the door. She took a cautious step back.

“No shit, you senile old fart. Get off your lazy ass and open this goddamn door,” Damon thundered.

The back door flew open and a man with shoulders as wide as a dump trunk stomped out. His bald head resembled Mr. Clean and was the only part of him that wasn’t covered in hair. He towered over Damon, which was a feat in itself.

“Damon? What the fuck you doing here?” Mr. Clean on steroids looked over at her and blushed. “I mean, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Looking for a favor. Think you can help me out?” Damon’s expression grew serious as he shook hands with the giant of a man.

“Come on in.” He motioned them inside.

Despite the run-down appearance of the outside of the building, the inside was very clean. As they wound their way through the kitchen, her nose was assaulted by the tempting smells. By the time they reached the bar, her mouth was watering.

“Can I get you two something to eat? I was just putting the finishing touches on my crawfish etouffee for tonight’s customers.”

“We just ate.” Damon shook his head.

“That sounds great.” She gave the man a grateful smile.

“I like a girl with an appetite. You better treat her right, Damon. Mates like her don’t come along that often.” He disappeared into the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were still hungry?”

“I wasn’t until I walked in here.” She shrugged. When she was nervous she ate a lot.

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