Her Werewolf Hero by Michele Hauf

Author:Michele Hauf
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-04-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

After lunch at the local Chinese buffet, Bron parked the truck before Kizzy’s building in the center of town. He stared up the side of the three-story structure, which boasted a café on the main level, a craft shop on the second and apartments on the top. The brick front was laced with a climbing vine that had turned crimson with autumn. A clatter of bikes were chained up to the street pole.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. You haven’t had anything come after you for a day.”

“That’s something. I seriously don’t think I can do another cheesy motel room. I’m starting to feel like Sam or Dean.”

“Why would you feel like a man?”

“Sam and Dean hunt monsters and stay in cheesy motel rooms.”

He narrowed a brow. “You know monster hunters? Weren’t you talking about those men earlier?”

“Probably. They are on a TV show,” she offered with a kiss to his cheek. “They’ve got nothing on Bron Everhart, the Retriever with the sexy abs and Indiana Jones hat. That’s another movie—”

“I know. I’ve seen that flick. Preposterous, but good entertainment.”

“You must get all the entertainment you can handle from your job.”

“That I do.” He pushed the driver’s side door open and got out. Before closing the door he said, “Stay behind me.”

When Bron swung around the front of the vehicle, she noticed he carried a bowie knife. Not cool in this small town. But he didn’t swish it in front of him, so she’d give him the benefit of his cool, calm discretion.

Kizzy felt like the curious heroine following the intrepid hero into danger as they walked through the doorway and down the long, narrow hallway to the stairway at the back of the building. It was cool in here, thanks to the brick walls. The back door opened to a teeny courtyard, where the landlord, Mrs. Davidson’s hydrangeas still burst with pale violet petals.

“Top floor?” he asked.

“Yep. Only apartment up there. Here’s my key.” She handed him the brass key chain, which featured the demonic symbol Sam and Dean both had tattooed on their left shoulders. So she was a fangirl.

Bron took the stairs two at a time, and she scrambled up after him. She didn’t know what she looked forward to more. An empty apartment so she could relax and change into her own clothes. Or making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Or even taking a shower in a clean, noncheesy bathroom. But dare she risk any of that? If nothing waited for her in the apartment, that didn’t mean something might not eventually show up. With claws.

Bron stuck the key in the lock and opened it. He gestured for her silence and to stay by the door, with a finger to his lips while he walked in and checked the place out.

Feeling nervous standing alone by the door, Kizzy crept in until she stood in the living room that featured windows all along the front wall and which looked over the newspaper office that sat below and across the street.

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