"Yeah, well, I don't even want to know what you bears do."
Aimee made a sound of distress. "Excuse me? Boys? I am still standing here, you know?"
Dev grinned wickedly. "Yeah, we know. We just don't care."
In a huff, she turned and left.
Fang started to stop her, but doing that in front of Dev wouldn't be the smartest course of action. And one ass-whipping a night was all he was good for at the moment.
"Why don't you go upstairs and grab a bath? Take some time off. You can help close up at dawn."
"Thanks." Fang went back inside.
Wren paused as soon as he saw him. "Remind me not to get you pissed off."
Fang ignored him as he returned to his room. He was surprised to find Aimee there, waiting for him.
He shut the door fast before someone on the outside caught sight of her there. "What are you doing?"
She held up a bottle of peroxide and a small container of cotton balls. "I was worried about you, Mr. High King Macho." She pulled the chair out from his small desk. "Now sit."
"Aimee-"
"Sit, wolf." It was the sharpest tone he'd heard from her in a long time. "You might have taken Fury, but I can take you."
Yeah, right. That was almost funny. However, he knew what she did . . . wolves didn't attack women unless they were trying to kill them or someone they cared about. So she was safe and he was defenseless.
Sighing, he sat down as ordered.
She tipped the peroxide to moisten the cotton pad. "What is it with you males that you have to fight like that?"
"We're damaged?"
"Apparently."
Fang hissed as she touched a particularly tender spot.
She made a sound of agitation. "Stop your whining, you big baby. If you're going to fight, at least act like you can take the wounds."
He glared at her.
She moved to a new spot that was no less painful, but this time he rode herd on his body.
"Would you please explain to me why you two went at it like that?"
Fang shrugged. "There's a part of me that hates him."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Hasn't anyone ever rubbed you the wrong way?"
"Yes. You a great deal of the time. But notice I haven't beat your head in yet."
He pulled her hand away from his face so that he could stare up at her. "Then why do you keep coming around me?"
"It must be from the rock Remi hit me in the head with when I was thirteen. The concussion must have gone deeper than any of us guessed."
He ran his hands up her sides and pulled her forward until she was straddling his left thigh. Damn, she was the prettiest woman he'd ever seen and all he could think about was ripping her shirt open so that he could taste her.