The Wolf's Concubine_BWWM Paranormal by Erin St. Charles

Author:Erin St. Charles [Charles, Erin St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, contemporary
Amazon: B07JLY88QS
Goodreads: 42430767
Publisher: Erin Martin
Published: 2018-11-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Lola’s answer to Phelan’s question, “What do you want to do first?” was to drag him to the bumper car line.

When it was their turn to board the bumper cars, she made a sprint for what she considered to be the snazziest car: a hot pink number with bright red and yellow flames flowing from the nose of the vehicle. When she looked around for Phelan, she saw him a few yards away boarding a midnight blue car covered in scuff marks. She smiled and waved, and he waved back. When he was seated, his knees jutted up awkwardly, his legs were so long.

A loud buzzer sounded, alerting the bumper car drivers to the beginning of their session. All signs of affability evaporated from Phelan's face, and he became a demon behind the wheel, weaving in and out of the bumper car traffic to ram a car being driven by another tall blond man. The other man was also knees-to-ears crammed into the bumper car. Phelan had a demonic grin plastered across his face as he rammed the other man’s car. No doubt fueled by testosterone, the two men repeatedly rammed one another. Lola wasn't sure what to make of the spectacle, but she saw a woman she recognized from the pharmacy.

It looked like Auntie. Lola stopped dodging and weaving the other drivers to get a glimpse of the woman who had earlier that day been pawing her fake fiancé.

As she got closer, though, she realized it wasn’t Auntie, but her confoundingly young niece, Jasmine. Lola took her foot off the accelerator, waiting for the other woman to turn her head so she could wave at her, when her own car was rammed hard enough to make her teeth clatter together.

Her head swiveled to find the source of the moving violation. Her bewildered gaze met Phelan’s laughing one. He grinned at her like a jack-o-lantern, fingers flexing over the steering wheel of his car. She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to turn her vehicle around, only to be repeatedly bumped, forcefully, by her maniac fake fiancé. This sparked her scrappy fighting spirit. She floored her accelerator, circled as quickly as she could, and zipped by Phelan. She cut the wheel again just as she was about to clear his car and someone else viciously rammed him. Satisfaction swept over her when Phelan’s head snapped back.

His eyes went wide with surprise. He cocked his head at her, then held up a finger and wagged it at her in a chiding hand gesture. She gave him an exaggerated shrug, then again floored her accelerator to leave him eating her dust. She turned and gave him her best shit-eating grin as she sped away.

Lola turned around in time to see Jasmine's own shit-eating grin as she rammed Lola’s car hard enough that it rocked slightly on its springs. Lola gasped in surprise and zoomed away, dodging through the ungainly maneuvers of the other drivers. How the hell had Jasmine snuck

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