Master of the Mountain by Master of the Mountain

Author:Master of the Mountain [Mountain, Master of the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-08T03:53:19.178000+00:00

A pair of boots stopped beside her, and she looked up with a quick intake of breath…and let it out. Jake, not Logan.

Jake tossed Thor a piece of roast beef. The dog caught the morsel with an unsettling snap of sharp teeth that didn't bother Rebecca at all. Much.

“What a moocher.” She scrambled to her feet.

“When it comes to food, he has no dignity whatsoever.” Jake had a laugh even deeper than Logan's but less rough. “The minute food's on, he's in the kitchen waiting. He's never missed a meal since Logan found him.” He grinned and ruffled the thick fur. “A homeless guy never passes up a handout, right, buddy?”

Thor whuffed and looked hopefully at the dishes being carried out to the dining room.

“Logan found him?” Rebecca prompted, trying not to look nosy.

“All skin and bones, trying to get into the garbage behind our hotel in San Francisco. He growled at me, and I would have left, but Logan—” Jake shook his head. “If something's wrong, he's just got to try and fix it. He sat out there for an hour, discussing the weather with Thor. And when we came back here, we had us a flea-ridden, scrawny dog.” His words sounded harsh, but the hand stroking Thor's head was as gentle as…as Logan's.

She could just see Logan in some alley, sitting on a crate, long legs outstretched. Taming Thor's fear the same way he'd tamed hers. And when he snapped his fingers, Thor would have followed without a second thought. She bit her lip, feeling sadness curl up inside her. Logan wouldn't be snapping his fingers and taking her home.

As Jake walked away, Rebecca bent over and gave Thor another hug. “You're a lucky guy,” she whispered in the furry ear.

“Rebecca, does anything else go out?” Paul yelled from inside the dining room.

“I'm bringing the gravy. That's all that's left.” She planted a kiss on top of Thor's head, then poured the gravy into a bowl and followed the servers out.

She took an empty seat near the center of the table. To her amazement, Thor sauntered into the room and thumped down at her feet instead of choosing one of the brothers. She felt like a schoolgirl who'd received a star on her paper. Making a new friend: A+.

While stroking the big head leaning on her leg, she glanced at the club members. Sunburned faces, cheerful expressions. Sex made for hungry people. She knew that for a fact. Rebecca smothered a grin and helped herself to some potatoes.

A minute later, Greg rose to look over the food. His face fell. “No rolls or biscuits?”

“Get real,” said Brandy, who had helped cook. “The only way I make rolls is if they come in a tube.”

The grumbling from club members warmed Rebecca's insides. So maybe her thighs looked like grated Jell-O; she still cooked like a Texas version of Julia Child. Thank you, frat mom.

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