Scout: Reckless Desires (Norseton Wolves Book 7) by Holley Trent

Author:Holley Trent [Trent, Holley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Viking, psychic, werewolf, alpha wolf, shapeshifter, Afotama Legacy, werewolf romance, shapeshifter romance
Published: 2016-06-05T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Generally, when Paul staggered out of the hospital after a twelve-hour shift, he pointed his feet straight toward his apartment building and pushed distractions to the back of his mind. He had to be in his bed, or at least in very close proximity to it, in the next fifteen minutes, or there’d be no guarantees as to where he’d wake up.

The emergency room and been flooded non-stop with victims of food poisoning, a kid came in with a broken leg and a bloody nose after some unauthorized playground gymnastics, and then there were the usual hypochondriacs who were pretty sure something was wrong with them but who couldn’t articulate what that might be.

He was all touched out—a shockingly rare condition for a person of Afótama descent.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” came a tart, feminine tone at his back.

He paused at the corner, and his heart gave a momentary stutter.

The one person he did want to touch was behind him, and she sounded pissed.

Cool. Great.

He waved on the car that’d been waiting for him to cross the street, and turned slowly to the sneering she-wolf.

The supposed love of his life was making dagger-eyes at him.

Cool. Great.

He took a deep, bolstering breath and joined Petra near the USPS collection box she was scowling against. “What was that about picking a bone?”

“You know what you did, and you know what? I don’t care, but I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t going to call you out.”

He rolled his head on his stiff neck and folded his arms over his chest. “Okay. Humor me, please. I’ve had a very long day.”

“Cry me a river, Viking.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a minute shake. “Obviously, you’re pissed at me for something you think I’ve done. I’m fried right now. Do you maybe want to tell me what it was? That’s usually how adults work things out.”

“Stop treating me like I’m a child. In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m not one.”

He forced his bleary eyes open and pinned her in his gaze. She was only a little blurry. He probably needed to clean his glasses, but he could see well enough to confirm that she was still pretty, even when she was pissed.

Probably shouldn’t be paying attention to how pretty she is right now. Would probably only make her madder.

He averted his gaze, fixing it on the office supply store across the street. “Petra, just tell me what I did wrong. I’m too tired to play guessing games, and I’d probably lose one, anyway. I think we’re in a midst of a cultural misunderstanding.”

“Oh, is that what men call it now when they bounce on a chick?”

“What?”

“You left!” she shouted.

And of course, the girls’ softball team chose that exact moment to walk by, staring. Obviously, they were on the mend from their food poisoning.

He waved them along.

They kept staring as they moved, because that was what rude teenagers tended to do. He’d been one once.

“Okay, I left,” he said.

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