Lone Wolf (A Breed MC Book Book 4) by Anne Marsh

Author:Anne Marsh [Marsh, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Fiction, Fantasy, Shape Shifters
Published: 2017-05-30T18:30:00+00:00

Poppy

My phone vibrates against my butt. Apparently, shoving it in a bag of rice has done the trick, and it’s decided to work again after its immersion in the bayou. I’d had it set to buzz and not to ring in the hopes that I’d be spotting a dozen wolves and that my ringtone (a wolf howling, naturally) would scare off my shy darlings. As it’s almost mid-afternoon and wolves are nocturnal, it’s pretty clear that I’m shit out of luck for today. I make a face. Guess I’m free and clear to take this call.

I pat him on the shoulder. His really big, hard, flannel-covered shoulder. Jeez, the man is large. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy you comfort (he’s more hot, dirty quickie sex than he is sympathy balloons and roses), but not doing something feels wrong, too. So I pat him once. And then once more because why not?

He stares down at my hand. “The fuck?”

So he’s a little growly.

“You should work on your nice,” I tell him. “When people are nice to you, you should be nice back.”

The look he gives me is incredulous. Okay. If he’s ever super sick or someone close to him passes, I won’t send him one of those big So sorry about your loss bouquets. Not that we’re going to be hanging out together after this week is up and I’ve found my wolves, but you get the point. He’s a little unappreciative, and I’ve sworn off guys like that. My phone vibrates again and I pull it out.

Shoot. It’s my backer, the font of all dollars, and the reason my electricity stays on. This would be so much easier if it was a telemarketer ringing me up in the bayou.

“Excuse me.” I wave the phone at Gator. I kind of wish he’d tell me not to take my call because I have a bad feeling about this. Research foundations don’t bother calling lowly field researchers unless someone’s been nominated for a Nobel Prize or the dollars have run dry. And since I’m certain there’s no first-class ticket to Sweden in my future, that leaves the other choice.

The bad news.

I step away as much as I can, seeing as how we’re standing by the brackish water’s edge. The area’s heavily wooded, so it’s not like I can go far, plus all those tiny green mosses decorating the bank look pretty darn slippery. Falling in again is not part of my plans for today, so I’ll take the few feet and count my blessings. Gator folds his arms over his chest, tips his head back against a tree, closes his eyes, and proceeds to give his best impression of giant predator just, hey, you know, basking in the sunshine.

“Ms. Burkhart-Jones?” The voice on the other end is super cool and emotionless. I wonder if they train their people to sound like automatons or if they just pop a Valium the way the rest of us knock back coffee on our way to work.

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