BRATT. “I don’t know, Mom. I’ll think about it. Let’s just drop it for now. I don’t want things to get…” I looked at Noah again, still blissfully unaware for now. “I just don’t want to talk about confusing stuff.” “Fine,” she said, lifting her brows in concern. “We’ll drop it for now.” The rest of dinner went easily enough, and by the time Noah’s food was almost finished, he was already starting to get a little drowsy. Since it was still early for him to be going to bed, my dad took him to play with knick-knacks in his workroom. The sun was beginning to set when Travis and I hugged and kissed my mother goodbye. “You guys have fun tonight and drive safely. If you need to run home, just do that.” “Mom, I’m a grown man. You don’t have to remind me not to drink and drive,” I teased. “I don’t have to, that’s true, but I will anyway,” she said with a wink. “Don’t worry about Noah. We’ll take him to school in the morning. We want to see the place anyway. We haven’t seen it since the
We really had to stop bumping into each other.Every single time I ran into Bratt Lucas, it got harder and harder to say no to him—to myself. I wondered if he was aware of the way the world around me had gone quiet when I saw him looking at me from the bar. I wondered if he could hear the way my heart had pounded against my sternum when he slid off of his barstool and walked over to our table.“We have to stop running into each other like this,” he said, looking right.My heart throttled as alarm bells went off in my mind. This man was a shifter, the very thing I’d sworn myself off of after Wyatt. More than that, he was the father of one of my students. I’d only just got my life back. I couldn’t risk losing it again.But the power and confidence about him… The perfect body and flawlessly groomed facial hair… The smell of him. It felt as if I was wandering through a desert, starving and parched, and he was a spread of the most decadent foods and the promise of a cold drink of water.“I
BRATT. God, to be a fly on the wall of Marley’s mind. I didn’t know how long I stood there, watching her wheels turn, but it was long enough to sus out that she had an aversion to shifters. I knew better than to think it was prejudice or even a phobia. I’d seen lycanphobic people around shifter children. Those assholes always seemed uncomfortable and awkward around them. I’d noticed it when Noah was around. Men and women gave him wary looks like he was a rabid animal about to lash out. Marley wasn’t like that. I recognized something in Marley. Someone wounded. It pained me to think of what could have happened in the past to make her that way. I wanted to heal those old wounds, heal them in myself. But for now, Marley wanted to dance, and I could do that. I offered her my hand and a smile, and she took both. Our fingers twined together as I pulled her past the dining area to the dance floor. The music was loud and had a bass line so deep we could feel it in our chests. As we reac
BRATT. Marley laughed, shaking her head slightly. “Paulette is a lot of fun. One of those girls who just loves everything to be fun and exciting. Is Travis that way?” I shrugged. “He tries to get me out of my shell a lot. For better or worse.” Marley nodded. “Yeah, Lana and Paulette both do that. They have since I moved here. To be honest, this is the first time I’ve gone out in years. I think that’s why I ran out of steam so quickly—I forgot what it’s like.” “I haven’t been out to a place like that in a long time, either. Not since before Noah was born,” I said. “Not entirely sure I prefer it. I’m happier at a little brewery or a wine cellar.” “Or just really, really good food,” Marley said. “You know what? Yeah. Really good food trumps all the alcohol in the world.” “Nothing good has ever happened because of alcohol. But there are lots of great things that have happened over meals,” Marley agreed. “Our founding fathers made decisions over dinners,” I said, “Consolidating deb
I was so freaked out that I couldn’t even follow Bratt’s instructions properly. Truth be told, I couldn’t even remember getting in the car with how quickly I descended into a complete and utter panic. Someone—a shifter—had come into my house. It must have been Wyatt, but I couldn’t be sure. Even if Bratt described every nuance of the scent he’d caught, there was no way that I could have confirmed whether it was Wyatt. My mind raced as the past year of careful repression surged through me. I realized I had only been barely holding it together. This whole time I’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop, and here it finally was. Somehow, Wyatt had tailed me all the way to New Middle Bluff, and now he would ruin my life here too. I ran through a million scenarios in my head. I would probably have to leave the state and start anew in some other city, and I probably wouldn’t get as lucky this time. There was no way I’d find someone like Lana who would drop everything and put me up in a
Bratt I was relieved Marley had agreed to spend the night at my house. If she’d refused, I would have just patrolled her house—or wherever she’d intended to stay—all night. I could protect her better at my place, and I would feel like a creepy stalker prowling around outside her home. And since Noah was at my parents’ house until morning, there wouldn’t be any awkward questions about why his teacher was sleeping over. Marley’s brightness had left her when I’d told her about the intruder. All the color had drained from her face, and fear shone from her exhausted eyes. Just how badly had her ex treated her for her to be so terrified that he might have followed her to New Middle Bluff? Then again, I could only speculate as to how complicated my feelings would be if Olivia broke into my house and made herself comfortable. How unnerving it would be if she pointedly avoided doing anything that could get her in any real legal trouble. It was absolutely ludicrous that Marley’s stalker coul
BRATT. I poked at the wood as it started to crackle, the pleasant birch scent filling the room and making it feel more like a cold winter night rather than an evening in early fall. It made me feel comfortable and cozy, and I hoped it would do the same for Marley. I set up some plush blankets on the couch for her to snuggle up in. My sister once told me that, after experiencing shock or trauma, a lot of people often felt cold once the adrenaline was out of their system and the threat was gone. Sometimes their body temperature would even drop as all their resources were diverted to the vital organs of the body, thus leaving the extremities to the cold. I hoped the tea, the blankets, and the fire would help her feel safe. After getting all that done, I heard the water cut off in the bathroom, so I flicked on the electric kettle. By the time she was walking down the hallway in her pajamas, the tea was already steeping. Marley in pajamas was nothing short of adorable. Olivia always
What on earth was I thinking? What was I, a seven-year-old, knocking on Bratt’s door because I was having nightmares? God, I was ridiculous. But he didn’t even bat an eye. He didn’t even make me talk my foot into my stomach, just held out his strong hand and let me into his room. Now I was in his bed. His huge, insanely comfortable bed. Holy crap, was this what it was like to sleep on a cloud? I’d never been on such a comfortable bed before in my life. I lay down and immediately felt cradled by the soft memory foam and pillowy cushioning beneath me. “You a back sleeper? Side sleeper?” Bratt asked. “Side. Is that okay?” He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Marley, you know that not every question posed to you is done so to evaluate you, right?” he asked before handing me a pillow. “I just wanted to make sure your pillow was supportive enough.” “Oh, thank you,” I said, accepting the pillow and placing it under my head. He took the other pillow and chucked it off the side of t