Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,28

little pale. “Is that blood on your shirt?”

Bree looked down. The stains, which had been bright red originally, were now a dark rust-brown. The memory of how the blood had ended up there rushed back, and she swallowed hard. “Yes.” She put an arm around her sister, gently turning her around and guiding her out of the room, eager to get them both away from the horror of what had happened at the diner. “Come on. There are two bags from Keller’s in the kitchen with our names on them. Let’s eat.”

When they got to the eat-in kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a granite-topped peninsula, Beth took their food out of the bags and set it on the table. She grabbed a knife and fork while Bree poured two glasses of iced tea, grabbed mayo, mustard, and ketchup from the fridge, then sat down across from her sister.

“Were they right on the news about everything that happened at the diner?” Beth asked, opening the ketchup and squeezing some onto the wrapper beside her chicken club for her fries.

Bree nodded. Picking up her fork, she dug into her grilled-chicken Caesar salad and told her sister everything. Well…not everything. The whole werewolf thing needed to stay in the closet for now. But she did tell Beth about the gunman, the poor cops he’d shot, and how horrible it was to see the guy kill himself.

Beth shook her head as she nibbled on a fry. “I can’t imagine going through something like that. I’m so glad you and Brandon are okay.”

“Thanks to Diego,” Bree said, unable to keep the smile off her face as she said his name.

Her sister regarded her over the rim of her glass. “Who’s Diego?”

“The gorgeous cop on the Dallas SWAT team who risked his life for Brandon and me today.” Bree sighed. “You should have seen him, Beth. I couldn’t believe how brave he was to walk into the diner without any weapons and try to talk that guy down. I mean, I know it’s his job, but it was still so selfless. That kook could have shot him.” She shuddered inwardly at the memory, not wanting to think about that part. “Then there was how great he was with Brandon. We were both kind of shaken up after what happened, and Diego went above and beyond to make sure we were okay. Brandon only met him a couple hours ago and already idolizes him.”

“Brandon isn’t the only one.” On the other side of the table, Beth smiled. “I haven’t heard you gush about a guy like this since you were in high school.”

“I’m not gushing!”

Beth lifted a brow. “Trust me, you’re gushing.”

Bree speared a piece of chicken. “Okay, maybe I am gushing a little. But can you blame me? Brandon was so freaked out that Diego asked us to go back to the SWAT compound so they could talk about what had happened at the diner. It’s hard not to like a guy who does something so awesome for your son.”

“I won’t argue with that.” Her sister picked up her sandwich. “You should ask him out.”

Bree grinned. “I already did.”

Beth stopped chewing to stare at her. “Seriously?”

“Uh-huh.” Bree pushed her salad around in the bowl, making sure every bit of seasoned chicken, crispy lettuce, crunchy croutons, and the juicy cherry tomatoes she’d asked them to add were covered in creamy dressing. She usually wasn’t so picky when it came to her food, but right then, she wanted to avoid her sister’s gaze. “Well, I didn’t actually ask him out on a date. I simply asked him to come over for dinner as a way of saying thank you for what he did for Brandon.”

Beth shrugged. “Sounds like a date to me.”

“It’s not like that,” Bree insisted. “He risked his life for us. Making dinner is the least I can do for him.”

“I agree. But since you’ve never invited a guy over before, Diego must be special.”

Knowing she couldn’t keep messing with her salad for the rest of the night, Bree took a bite to avoid answering right away. She wanted to tell her sister she was way off track, but if she was being honest, she’d have to admit Beth was right. There was something special about Diego—and it had nothing to do with him being a werewolf. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, though.

“Which is why I did something I never do and invited him over for dinner,” Bree