I’m so proud of her. I think I would have been able to survive this, but it would have been so much more difficult. I wouldn’t have been able to surprise the guard a second time. Fortunately Mom evened the odds with her actions. Mom nods shakily. She seems to be coming back to herself. “He wante
Steven agrees to stay with Mia for now. “Leave it to me to get this guard outside,” he adds. I have no idea how he is going to manage that without anyone noticing, but I trust Steven. If he says he’ll be able to do it, I trust him. I also notice him eyeing the window. “Okay,” I say. He looks at
He doesn’t realize how it was doomed before it even began. Mom and I move about the room, personally handing out the cookies to everyone. I make it to the Alpha King first, as planned, and move to hand him a cookie. “Wait,” he says. I pause at once. His eyes narrow. “You eat that one. Now.” I’
The Alpha King gathers his goons and together, which each of them favoring their various wounds, they hobble out the door. The one from upstairs is already lying face down in the grass. He groans. He isn’t dead. They gather each up and pile into the sedan in the driveway. The Alpha King is the las
“Nanny! Oh, shit!” Sawdust rains down on my head. Beau drops to his knees in front of me immediately. “Gods, I didn’t hit you, did I?” I pat myself over. My shoulders, my head, my arms, my legs. I think I’m in one piece. “I’m okay,” I finally conclude. “I’m sorry,” he says, leaving no time f
Beau turns to look at me. His mouth immediately falls slack. His eyes practically bug out of his head. His gaze drops, giving my entire body a gentle caress with his eyes. For too long, he just stands there gaping at me. I’m starting to feel self-conscious about all of this. I cross my arms arou
I clean up as best as I can, wearing Beau’s boxers. They are bulky under my more form-fitting pants. The waistband peeks out from under the waist of my jeans. My shirt covers it so long as I’m standing straight. Hopefully no one will look if I have to bend over and my shirt draws up. “You ready?”
Mom’s words stick with me the rest of the evening. Wyatt and Beau stay up to help Steven with the security system but everyone else is starting to head to bed. I’ve moved my wash to the dryer, and sit on the stoop near the door in the garage. I’m not ready for bed yet, and I just keep thinking a