Novak Grizzly (Daughters of Beasts Book 1) by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2018-09-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Exhausted, Remi sat down on the bed at the Marriot in Eugene. She was drained and didn’t feel like driving the three hours back. Really, she just needed to sit for a minute and absorb everything that had happened and plot her next move. Or stay here for a couple of days perhaps. She was definitely already fired from her barista job in the city, so why not spend some savings while she tried to figure her life out?

She plopped back on the mattress, legs and arms spread out like she was a star. She missed him—Kamp.

She dialed his number.

“Hey, you just made my night with this call,” he said, sounding so happy to talk to her.

She couldn’t help but smile up at the ceiling fan. “What are you up to?”

“Waiting for a call from a pretty girl to tell me she is safe.”

“I’m a grizzly shifter. I’m always safe,” she muttered.

His chuckle warmed her blood, and she began to relax. “I’m safe where I’m going. Now for real, paint me a picture. What are you doing right now?”

“Uh, right now, I’m sitting under the awning, taking a break from working on this four-wheeler to talk to you.”

“Son of a biscuit-eater!”

Remi frowned. “Was that Rhett?”

“Yep. I’m also listening to him curse everything in existence because I made him work on the other four-wheeler. He just smashed his finger.”

“You made him work? How?” She couldn’t imagine Rhett doing anything he was told.

“I threatened to start a rumor in town that he has scabies if he doesn’t do it.”

“Hmm. Nicely done.”

“I hate both of you,” Rhett assured them. “And furthermore, where is my truck?” he yelled.

“So, how’s your day?” Kamp asked, ignoring Rhett’s tantrum.

“It’s going…okay. Not phenomenal, but not horrible.”

“Sounds like a good enough day in my book.”

Rhett called out over the phone, “I wish you would’ve taken Kamp with you when you left. He’s a life-ruiner. Better your life be ruined than mine.”

“Fix up the four-wheeler good!” Remi sang.

She was pretty sure she heard Rhett mutter the word “hate” to himself.

“I’m about to send a picture through,” Kamp said. “Are you ready?”

“I’m super-ready.” When her phone vibrated, she looked at the image that came through. It was of a waterfall and the river below it.

“Oh, that’s beautiful! Where is that?”

“It’s maybe a quarter mile hike from the trailer park. It’s called Whiskey Pick Falls.”

Rhett stopped his hate-song long enough to yell, “He means Whiskey Dick Falls.”

Kamp’s sigh tapered off into a growl. “The sign says Whiskey Pick, but I’m pretty sure Rhett has ruined the name forever.”

Remi laughed and admitted, “I like Whiskey Dick Falls just fine.”

“Also,” Kamp said, “I have a couple of beers in the fridge with our names on them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Me and you—we’ll shotgun them someday. And there’s plenty of trees to climb here, too.”

And then it hit her. He was offering up the things she’d told him she’d missed about Damon’s Mountains. Shot-gunning a beer, riding four-wheelers, climbing trees, jumping off Bear Trap Falls, and…

“You already Changed with a whole Crew,” he murmured.

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