Twice The Growl - Milly Taiden Page 0,2
and almost too innocent face. I told him everything.”
“What happened?”
“My family came back here. I loved coming back here after all the years on the road, but that meant my bear friend was left behind. He and I lost touch,” Nita said softly.
Tally pulled out one of the many cards Mrs. Wilder had shoved in her hand every time she went over to visit. “Here you go. Why don’t you sign up and see what she can get you?”
Nita stared at the clear business card in awe. “Do you really think she can set me up with one of her shifters?”
“Check out the fine print. She’s made me read it more than once. She will set you up with whoever she deems to be the right man for you.” She read the tiny words on the back of the card and adjusted her glasses. “So, you’re pretty much guaranteed a man. I haven’t seen a single bad looking one yet.”
“You have to do it, Tally.” Nita blinked wide excited eyes at her. “I need to know what she does. You’re in need of a date. This really is the perfect solution.”
Tally sighed. “At least you’re not suggesting those other websites that find your ‘perfect’ someone.”
Nita blinked once. Twice. Then burst into giggles. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny after your last episode.”
Tally clenched her teeth. She hated that her mother, of all people, had bought her a membership to a dating site that promised to find her soul mate. She swore that every man they sent her way had to have been rejected by every other woman. There was no way that her soul mate was really a forty-five year old man with seven kids, who lived with his mother, had no teeth and worked a maximum of ten hours a week. No way.
Tally strolled to her apartment building. Her mind never deviated from thoughts of her dilemma. A date to a family wedding so she wouldn’t look like a complete loser in front of her ex. That’s what she’d come to. Why did she care so much this time? She didn’t know. It might be because she’d been the one rejected by everyone other than her grandmother and Nita. She’d been the one snuffed at functions while Paul, the asshole, had been embraced. She wanted a way to show them that she was doing well. No—she wanted to show she was doing great. Childish? Absolutely, but she didn’t care.
Her building in the center of the city was very old. It had the look of something out of the twenties. However, it was well-maintained, with a doorman that had a very slick smile and way too many teeth.
“Good evening, Ms. Barca,” Tom, the door man, said. She forced a smile to greet him, her mind still going over her frustrating family.
He sniffed. It was a common thing with a shifter, the sniffing. She wasn’t bothered by it. Too many times he’d been the one to give her a heads up of a new perfume that didn’t agree with her. So she was more than happy to ignore it.
“Hi, Tom. Have a good night.” She dug into her handbag for her keys. The elevator doors opened up ahead. She hated waiting, so she dashed forward to catch it before it closed.
Once she’d gotten inside, she pressed the button for the top floor where she and Mrs. Wilder lived. The doors were about to close when a hand shot out of nowhere and stopped it.
“We almost missed it,” a deep, rumbling voice said. The voice belonged to a big, bulky, tree of a man with shoulder length hair, wearing a black tee, torn jeans and a biker jacket. Hot damn!
“Sorry about that,” said the man behind him. Holy wet panties. If the first guy, with his big body and rough, rugged looks made her stare, this one made her mute. Almost as tall as the first guy, which meant they were both over a foot taller than her five feet four inches, this man appeared fresh out of a GQ magazine. He wore a white collared shirt with folded sleeves to show his forearms, black slacks and a dimpled smile that made his blue eyes sparkle.
“That’s...okay,” she mumbled.
She forgot all about the elevator and tried to focus on her breathing. The cab was big enough when she was alone, but with those two mountain of men, it felt tiny. Hell, she could feel their body heat closing in on her. And it felt