“You gonna go back to the clubhouse and fuck someone else tonight?”
“Would it be a problem if I did?”
“No, and that’s why I’d decided not to ask, and yet, I guess I kind of want to know. I mean, if I’m not gonna fuck you then there’s no reason you can’t fuck someone else. My cat doesn’t get uptight about monogamy.”
“Is that gonna be the rule? You get first dibs at me, but if you don’t want me, I can go fuck someone else?”
She shrugged. “So long as the rule goes both ways, I’m probably good with that.”
“The old goose and gander thing?”
“More like owl and lynx, but whatever works for you. Aren’t you running crews on Saturday?”
“I am, and I haven’t had a Saturday off in too long. It’s time I let my foremen have a day without supervision. See what happens.”
Though, I didn’t intend to let any of them know I wasn’t going to randomly show up on each jobsite to check on them. I’d have from seven until eight-forty to get them started before I left.
“Should I pack a picnic lunch, or will we stop somewhere and eat?” she asked.
“Oh, I have somewhere for us to stop and eat. Little mom-and-pop place — southern cooking from scratch. Do you have hiking boots?”
“Yeah.”
“Wear them. Also, sturdy jeans.’
She lifted a brow. “Bossy.”
I grinned. “Yep.”
And there it was. Pupils slightly larger. Increased blood flow in her eye. A hint of a flush in the rest of her face that only a bird would see. She was good enough to control what scents she released, but she couldn’t control her micro-reactions.
My bossiness turned her on.
Chapter Five
Cheyenne
He’d called me Cheyenne when we’d said goodbye. He’d put me in my car, watched me fasten my seatbelt, closed my door, and walked to his bike. He hadn’t even offered to kiss me.
“See you Saturday, Cheyenne.”
I’d always been Banshee to him. Why the change?
When I parked in my driveway ten minutes later, Gil was curled up on my front porch. He was in his wolf form, and he didn’t look happy with me.
I seriously considered just leaning the seat back and sleeping in my car. Fuck.
I knew what was going to happen. He’d come to me and sniff me all over. In human form, I’d punch him, but kicking the wolf is… I can’t do it, and he knows it.
There was also a good chance he’d change to human when I got on the porch, and then expect to stand there naked and ask me about my date. Awkward.
But two could play that game. I pulled my shirt, bra, shoes, and socks off while sitting in the driver’s seat. Within ten seconds of exiting the car, I was naked. I tossed my clothes into the car, closed the door, and shifted into my cat.
Smell this, motherfucker.
The cat picked the human’s purse up from the ground, walked to the gate leading into the backyard, leapt up onto a tree branch, then another, then another, sprang over the top of the wall to land in another tree, and made her way to the ground.
The wolf couldn’t do that. He could punch in the code if he changed to human, but he wouldn’t.
The cat carefully placed the purse near the back door and then ran a few laps just inside the tall fence, until she was winded. Eventually, the cat bedded down in a little den area the human had made from downed logs.
I changed back to human when the sun rose the next morning, collected my purse, and keyed the code into the backdoor so I could fix breakfast. I heard and smelled Nora in the shower, so I made enough for us both. I also put a robe on, since I was making bacon.
Nora didn’t bother with polite greetings, she took her seat at the table and said, “You didn’t want to talk to Daddy.”
“He didn’t want to talk, either. He was the wolf.”
“Well, yeah, because sitting on your porch waiting for you in human form would be creepy.”
“It’s just as creepy when he’s the wolf.”
She considered that a few moments. “Okay, maybe, but the wolf feels less stalkerish. I’m sorry I told him about your date.”
“Never apologize for being open and honest with your dad. I’d have told him what was going on in the next day or two. It’s fine.”
“So, what’s going on?”
Excellent question. I wished I knew the answer. I had to give her something, so I said,