Wolf in Waiting by Rebecca Flanders

Author:Rebecca Flanders
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Victoria

Of course I figured out that entire lunch with Jason was a setup. How? Elementary. First of all, it was entirely too convenient, don’t you think? Noel holds a top-secret meeting to announce a revolutionary new product and the very next day my friend and competitor, about whom Noel had known in advance, offers to buy it from me? Furthermore, it didn’t really seem like something Jason would do. There was something about the entire thing that just didn’t ring true; perhaps it was in Jason’s body language.

But most telling of all was the way Noel reacted—or didn’t react. I had just given him the perfect lead to crack the case, as they say on American TV, and he’d ignored it. He’d barely even acknowledged it. How do I know? I called Jason and asked him. Jason, bless his heart, broke down and told me the truth.

This was of course several days after I had, like a good little werewolf, reported everything to Noel.

“Well, I think he’s a beast, tricking you like that and then having the liver to put the heavy hands on you.” This was from Phillipe, after I had finished unburdening myself to him.

“Gall,” I corrected him absently. “He had the gall to put heavy moves on me, not hands.”

“As I said.”

It was Sunday afternoon after the party. Phillipe and I were finishing a bottle of wine while I did my nails and he braided my hair. Snow pelted lightly against the windowpane; Socrates snored before the fire. It was a perfect lazy Sunday.

“I don’t understand why you tolerate his attentions after that,” Phillipe went on, tugging at my hair with the comb. “I would be showing him the back side of the door if I were you. He’s not that good-looking.”

Here is where the differences between humans and ourselves are most pronounced. Noel had behaved in a devious, underhand, two-faced way; he had lied to me in deed and fact, attempted to entrap me and used my own friend as the bait, and he did it all without once blinking or displaying even a shred of remorse, completely discounting my feelings while he served the best interests of the pack. How could I help but admire that?

Phillipe expected me to be angry and insulted; I was impressed. In fact, when Jason finally confessed the scheme to me, I was delighted. It was a relief to know it was cunning, not stupidity or lack of ambition, that had caused Noel to ignore my information about Jason’s offer.

But how could I explain this to Phillipe? I chose instead to address the last part of his statement. On the subject of the battle of the sexes we all speak a common language.

So I gave a little shrug and said, “I don’t take his attentions, as you call them, seriously. He’s not interested in me…as anything other than a possible spy, that is.”

But oh, how his kiss had thrilled me. Was it possible for me to feel passion? I

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