Werewolf Love Story by H. T. Night

Author:H. T. Night [Night, H. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-05-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The sleeping beauties were still sleeping when I left. I left them both a note that said I had gone out for the night, and I could be back real late. I liked the fact I was accountable to someone. I hadn’t felt that since I left home.

It took a half hour to get to Josiah and Maya's house. They lived near Cal State San Bernardino College in the better part of town. I pulled up to their house and I felt as nervous as I’ve been in a very long time. I parked my Mustang next to a giant tree in their front yard and got out. I was dressed semi casual wearing a black short sleeve button down shirt with a pair of black jeans. I had on my best pair of loafers; they looked good and were comfortable for walking.

I checked myself in my driver side mirror, making sure my fly wasn’t open and I had no boogers in my nose. Then, I casually walked up the driveway and knocked on the door.

A silver haired man with a spectacular handlebar mustache answered the door. He was fit for his age, and I was guessing he was about fifty years old.

“Hello, there,” the older gentleman said to me.

“How are you doing, sir?” I said, completely thrown off by the fact that a dad answered the door. It's a mom, a brother, it's never a dad. The dad usually is usually sitting in an easy chair, eye balling me like a king on his throne.

“I'm good,” he said. “Tommy? Is it?”

“Yeah, that's right.” I said, a bit awkward. I didn’t want to sound too confident out of respect for the fact I was taking his daughter out and didn’t want to appear to be a smooth customer.

He stuck out his handd and I gave him a firm hand shake. “Nice grip. I'm Daniel, Daniel Reign. Come in. Maya is almost ready.”

I entered their house and looked around. It was something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. The house fit every description of a good, old-fashion country home. There were paintings of cowboys on the wall, a throw rug in the middle of the floor, and all the furniture looked to be handpicked from an antique shop. There was even an apple pie aroma in the house which showed that someone was obviously baking.

And sure enough, a short, buxom woman came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and was probably the most beautiful 50 year old woman I had ever seen. I was a little thrown off by how pretty a mom could be. I definitely saw where Josiah and Maya got their good looks from.

“Hi, Tommy,” the curvy woman said.

“Hello, Mrs. Reign,” I said blushing. I was never very good at this, but this was highly awkward considering how normal everything was. For God’s sake I had a werewolf and a vampire spooning in my bed at my apartment, for crying out loud.

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