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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] Johann drove them into town, all of them chatting easily, keeping the topic light. Simone couldn t keep her thoughts off Rock though. It would be so wonderful to see him, even if she could just get an eyeful of that sexy body she d been dreaming about the past few nights. By the time they reached the shopping area, her nerves were in a frenzy. Her heart pounded when she got out of the car, unable to stop herself from glancing around for Rock s truck. Jere undid her own seatbelt, and crawled across the seat to get out next to Simone. She held her daughter s hand, following Samantha and Johann into the store, but continued to search the area for any sign of that overgrown werewolf who continued to haunt her dreams. You look tired. Simone noticed Samantha had lost her enthusiasm a couple hours later. Johann, we need to find a place to sit and rest a while. Johann turned and eyed his mate. How about we go have some lunch? Page 63 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Are you in the mood for a cheeseburger? Simone had her answer when Samantha s expression lit up. Yes. With all the fixings. She rubbed her hands together. Let s take her to Howley s. Simone wondered if by chance Rock knew of the excellent food served there. She hasn t had a chance to try their food yet. Thirty minutes later, Simone carried Jere to a booth inside her old hangout. The lunch crowd had assembled, and she wasn t surprised to see a fair amount of the pack still frequented the place over the noon hour. So, you have finally come back to your pack. A man s voice startled her, and Simone looked up from helping Jere take her new doll out of the packaging. Well hello, Armand. She smiled up at the stocky werewolf, and then returned her attention to undoing the wires that fastened the doll to her plastic encasing. Armand Gaston slipped into the booth opposite her, and she chanced a glance toward the bar, where Johann and Samantha were surrounded by several werewolves and engrossed in conversation. Still under Rousseau s protection? Armand followed her gaze toward Johann. He is pack leader, Armand. That is the only protection he is offering. Well, that is good news. I take it that means you are no longer sniffing after the wolf? He seems to have a nice bitch for a mate. Samantha is wonderful. She had no desire to discuss her sexual life with this wolf, and wished like hell that Johann and Samantha would join them over here. The two of them make a wonderful couple. Good. Very good. Armand leaned back and tapped his stubby fingers on the table. I thought it best to let you know beforehand. But I will make a formal appointment with Johann in order to secure you as a mate. What? Simone gasped, almost dropping Jere s doll. Her daughter struggled to help her mother get the final wires off the doll s wrist, and Simone let her take over the project. I have no intention of being your mate, she added, recovering somewhat from the audacity of his statement. My dear bitch. You already are my mate. Armand Gaston crossed his arms over his chest, looking very pleased with himself. But I am looking forward to making it official. She almost cringed when his gaze dropped to her breasts, and she swore he appeared to be drooling. What are you talking about? But then it hit her. Several stapled pieces of paper. And so many years ago she had almost forgotten the list. Grandmother Rousseau s treacherous list. She remembered the foggy morning when she had sat, recovering from a hangover, and read over the list stating the werewolves who would be mated with the bitches. Armand Page 64 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Gaston was one of her three mates. Her tongue suddenly felt like sandpaper. Armand reached across the table and put his sweaty, thick hand over her clasped hands. The urge to bolt raced through her like a volt of electricity. It took more power than she thought she had to sit there and appear unnerved by his words. You re being ridiculous. She fought the pounding of her heart, and hoped she sounded in control. If this man s brassy claim upset Jere, she would bitch-slap him right here in the bar. Grandmother is dead, and that law was preposterous anyway. But, my dear, it s still a law, and on the books. I have a right to you. Simone jumped up from the booth, fury and panic swarming through her. The air [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |