Call of the Bear (Hells Canyon Shifters Book 1) by Joyce T. S

Author:Joyce, T. S. [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-09-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Two rooms were now painted and it was useless trying to get any of the dried drops of Wisp of Mauve out of her hair. Bron wouldn’t care, but she wanted to look nice for him. Even if it was just a casual meal between friends, he’d let her know he still had feelings for her with his affection yesterday.

Hope bloomed in her like the opening morning glories creeping up the south wall of the house.

She fussed with her dark tresses, picking and plucking until at least the front was free of splattered paint. Dillon catcalled from the front room, which could only mean one thing.

Bron was here.

Nervous flutters bumped around her belly as she smoothed her black A-line skirt. It hit above her knees, and though the breeze outside was laced with the chill of autumn, she made up for the show of skin by pairing it with knee-high boots and a warm purple sweater.

Bron was in the middle of play-punching Dillon in the stomach, and his smile was easy as he talked too low for her to hear. A subtle crook of his too masculine lips and a flash of white teeth, and she was mesmerized by his smile. When she moved toward him, his gaze collided with hers and his mouth dipped open for a moment. A slow rake of his eyes down her figure and back was enough to turn those butterflies in her stomach to dragons.

“Damn, Samantha,” Dillon said. “You clean up nice.”

“You’re fired,” Bron muttered as he offered a hand to her. “You ready?”

“You aren’t really firing him, are you?”

“You don’t have to champion me, Sam,” Dillon said with a solemn shake of his head. The blue in his eyes was practically dancing. “If Bronson doesn’t fire me three times by Tuesday, it’s a slow week.”

She laughed and slipped the palm of her hand into Bron’s.

“We’ll be back in an hour,” he said to his crew. “I want that ceiling textured when I get back or I really will consider firing your ass. Our timeline just jumped forward by two days.”

Dillon’s eyes narrowed. “You talked to Dodger?”

“He’s given us a week. She needs to be gone in four days for me to feel good about this.”

Dillon made a single clicking sound behind his teeth and twitched his head. “You got it, boss.”

Four days? That seemed so soon. And permanent. And why was she being run out of town by his asshole cult leader anyway? What had she done? Not a damned thing, that’s what, because being in the same genetic pool as her murderin’ daddy wasn’t a crime. And even if it were, she’d been punished enough.

She opened her mouth to ask for details, but Bron turned and led her out to his truck. He buckled her in like he’d done the night of the meeting, and looked distracted as he hopped behind the wheel.

“Are you going to explain why I have to be out of town in four days?”

“Nope.”

“I checked for your truck last night out in front of my house.

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