Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
The Poison Wolves MC seemed to have her back.
“The diner didn’t answer you, did they?” Wolfe asked.
“I, er, I didn’t want to disturb them.”
“Amelia?”
“They don’t like me. In case you didn’t know, a lot of people don’t like me. I’m the pack outcast. I’ll be surprised if they don’t use my name to spook their kids in many years to come.” She shrugged. “This is me.”
It was a ten-minute walk from the bar to her home. Less than that if she speed walked, which was what she did to get Wolfe some food. The man had looked half possessed, and she saw the dark amber of his eyes, which meant his wolf was close to unleashing.
Not good.
“So, er, thank you,” she said.
Did she want him to leave? “I have coffee.”
“Creamer?”
“Kind of,” she said. “We do have an alternative.” One she had to purchase off the internet. Actually, she had to do most of her food shopping on the internet as the grocery store refused to stock her food.
Not a problem. Other than a few special alternatives, she mostly ate grains and vegetables, which she got at the grocery store.
“You don’t have to. I totally understand if—”
“Coffee sounds great,” Wolfe said.
“Oh, great, of course.” She rushed to her front door and typed in the key code. Again, another little added security she added herself.
She hadn’t gotten the best scores in high school, and some people might even say she was a bit stupid, but so far, she’d been able to fend for herself. She had all the resources, but she didn’t exactly test well.
Many people said that made her seem stupid and thick and dumb. People had called her many names over the years.
Amelia pushed them to the back of her mind and focused on the now. Like the fact a hot biker guy, the one she fantasized about, was currently stepping into her personal space. Well, not her space yet. They had to go up a flight of stairs to get to her room.
The bottom floor of the building used to be an old shop, she wasn’t sure if it was an old grocery store or a clothing one. It was empty, and she had cleaned it up nicely.
She didn’t have much of a social life, so when she wasn’t working or in need, she was often making sure her home was clean.
Bob had given her the keys to the whole building. The apartment upstairs was the only one. He wanted nothing to do with the property and had said that now she was attached to it, there was no chance of selling or renting it.
It did kind of hurt how often the pack attempted to dismiss her. Not that she could do anything about it. They had their fucked-up reasons.
Going to her door, she flicked the lock and then stepped inside. The scent of lavender greeted her, and it always made her smile when it did. This was success. The heavenly smell helped to make her calm.
Buster and Rascal were curled up on her sofa. They lifted their heads and immediately jumped off when they saw she had company.
Low growls emitted from the two of them.
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry,” Amelia said.
Wolfe stepped in front of her and released a growl of his own. The two dogs stared at him.
She didn’t want him to hurt her dogs, but Buster and Rascal sniffed the air and then flopped onto their backs, showing him their bellies.
Amelia laughed. “Well, that certainly taught them.”
“They’re good boys,” Wolfe said.
She hung up her bag and keys, then stepped past him, going to the kitchen.
Their food bowls were empty. After reaching for the packages of food, she poured them some and replaced the water with fresh as they had gotten strands of fur and other … stuff that she wasn’t sure of in their water bowl.
The moment it was down, they came rushing in. She washed her hands and grabbed two mugs. After picking up the kettle, she filled it with water and placed it on the stove, turning it on to start heating.
Wolfe had joined her in her small kitchen. “Who helped you with the place?” he asked.
“Huh?” She turned toward him.
“I know this place was a piece of shit. How did you do it?”
“Oh, I did it,” Amelia said. “You like it?”
“You did all of this yourself?”
She nodded. “With the internet’s help, of course. I couldn’t have done it without lots of resources.”
Amelia buzzed. She couldn’t help it.
Wolfe liked her place, and he looked … impressed.
“I only have instant coffee. I hope that is okay,” she said.
“Sure, it’s fine.”
Amelia spooned out some coffee into each cup. She always put her creamer in last, and she turned toward him. “Hunters, huh?” she asked.
She wasn’t looking at his thick neck, or the expanse of ink that seemed to peek out, giving a hint at what the rest of his chest might look like.