Marcus hesitates outside his mother's office, wondering if he really should open this can of worms. Jeanette has not been particularly approving of Evelyn until very recently, after his father's poisoning.He knows that she values Evelyn as a doctor, but perhaps she will feel differently if she knows that her son just proposed to the woman. Marcus bites his lip, reconsidering."Marcus, are you going to stand out there all day, or are you going to come in?" Jeanette calls from inside. "I
"Ouch!" Brady says from where he's lying on the guest room bed. "Damn it, Doc, is this really necessary?""Is it necessary to stretch your leg muscles while you're laid up post-surgery and can't walk for another four weeks at the least?" I ask drily, raising one eyebrow and staring down at him. "I don't know, Brady, what do you think?""All right, all right," he grumbles. "I'm just saying. Ouch."
"When's the last time you took a day off?" the Alpha asks me as I note his blood pressure down in my chart. I look up at him, surprised."Well, I don't know," I say. "Never, I guess. But I've only been working here a few months, Emmett. In most jobs, that's not enough time to even build up vacation days, much less have had time to take them.""Well, this isn't most other jobs," the Alpha points out, rolling down his shirt sleeve. "For many reasons, not least of which is that you've alrea
So much for my lovely afternoon of shopping, I think sourly as I speed back to the mansion as fast as I dare. I'm going to have to speak to Marcus and Emmett about this immediately.I really, really shouldn't have given Anton the afternoon off. He was reluctant, but I'd insisted, because I assumed that nothing bad was going to happen in the middle of a crowded, sunny street in broad daylight.Apparently, I was very wrong.
"Absolutely not.""But, Kent –""Nicole, we had a deal! We need you here, to be available in case anything happens to one of us again. I mean, my god, Brady is still upstairs recovering! Who is going to look after him? And we've had multiple near misses this past week alone - we just talked about this!""Kent, I'm sorry, and we can figure something out! Brady could get an in-home nurse –""Who will start to ask questions, no doubt?""We could find someone who –""And even if I wasn't worried about Brady, which I am, what about the rest of us? What if Torsten gets shot and there's no one to help in the middle of the night, because you're off playing house with your new boyfriend?""Kent, that's unfair."Kent takes a deep breath, rubs his face. We're sitting at my kitchen table, our cheerful surroundings contrasting sharply with the seriousness of our conversation. I was too jittery for coffee when I got back home this morning, so steaming mugs of chamomile tea sit in front of us, inste
"I thought I told you to just survive for one night!" Kent says shakily. We're crowded in the kitchen - Kent, Brady, Jack, two regular officers, and myself."To be fair, boss, we did survive," Brady says. He's slumped in his wheelchair with a blanket thrown over his lap; Kent and Jack had carried him downstairs while I brought the wheelchair. "The Doc here was a real hero - you should've seen her go at that guy with the lamp.""You didn't see it, either," I pointed out.
"I don't understand why everyone else gets to have all the fun," Andrea grumbles. "I always miss the good stuff.""The good stuff?" I squeak. "Andrea, I had to brain a man with a lamp. I thought Brady and I were going to get murdered in our beds!""Exactly," she responds over her shoulder from where she's poking at an outlet on the wall. "The good stuff."
I've never thought of myself as a particularly materialistic person, as I've said before, but my god there sure are some things to appreciate about living in the Alpha's mansion.For one thing, my suite of rooms is absolutely gorgeous. I love my villa and would never want to give it up, but I can definitely appreciate the accommodations here, too.My bed is gigantic, for one thing. Plus, the mattress is down, making it the softest bed I've ever slept in. And the curtains on the
"Marcus!" I shout, tripping over the last step at the bottom of the staircase. "Ouch! Damn it, we need to get that fixed. Marcus, where are you?""I'm in here, carina," Marcus calls back. He comes out of the kitchen with a raised eyebrow. "Just making your coffee. I think I've almost got this machine figured out, I swear."I burst out laughing. "It's been five years, honey. I think if you were going to get along with that machine, it would've happened by now."
"I'm so glad you chose a December wedding, darling girl," Jeanette says to me, looking a bit misty-eyed. She steps back from the mirror we're both looking in after adjusting my veil and clasps her hands in front of her."Me, too," I breathe, lifting a hand to touch my face. Jeanette slaps it away, playfully."What are you doing?" she exclaims. "You're going to ruin all of Maya's hard work. You look stunning, my dearest. Don't smudge your foundation, I beg of you. Are you nervous? A mimos
The biggest problem with waitressing is that Becki really freaking hates it, okay?It's miserable. People are so rude to you, all the time, and your arms ache after each shift from carrying around everybody's hot plates and their stupid trays of cocktails and wine and soda and god knows what else.And nobody is ever happy, either. They ordered a Cabernet Sauvignon, but all your restaurant sells is Merlot. Well. You'd think the entire sky was falling down, the way some people car
The dinner is sumptuous, one of the most elegant dinners I've ever had, even by Alpha-family standards. It's an old-school seven course dinner, with hors d'oeuvres circulating on silver trays along with trays of champagne while the servers set up for dinner.Then comes the soup, which is a crab bisque that I could eat all night long, even if there were no other courses. I make a mental note to tell Marcus that I definitely want it served at our wedding.Next are the appetizers - a sort o
A few weeks later, I'm at the villa, poring over paint samples. Jeanette has been very generous in helping me with ideas for a massive makeover for the villa, and I'm excited to make the place really my own.Well, mine and Marcus's, of course. He comes home in the evenings from his business duties at the hotel to have a glass of wine with me and talk over options. We've discussed decorators, but for now, I think I'd like to handle most of the decisions myself."You surely don't expect to
The next morning, Marcus and I are having coffee in the villa kitchen when my phone rings again. I tense up and check the caller ID to make sure it's not my father again, and I heave a sigh of relief when I see that it's Jack Darlington."Hey, Jack," I say when I answer the phone. Marcus raises his eyebrows at me in question, and I shrug. "What's up?""What's up is that I have some fantastic news for you," Jack says at the other end of the line. There's a rush of traffic and voices in th
A week later, I'm starting to feel like I've really settled into my new life full of possibility and hope. Things are so much easier now, and not just because I don't have to hide who I am anymore.As soon as Charles was taken away by police and chucked into jail where he belongs, awaiting his trial in the human court system, it was like a black cloud of despair and tension finally lifted from over my head.It's time for me to move on, into my new life, with my new family and friends.
"Do I look all right?" I ask Marcus in our bedroom at the villa. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, smoothing my navy blue dress over my hips. "I've never been to a Werewolf Council before; I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to wear.""You look fantastic," Marcus says, coming up behind me to tug my zipper all the way to the top of my dress. "Very professional. A real Alpha's Heir wife.""Fiancee," I say with a smile. I tuck a curl - now back to its original brown - behind my ear. M
"It's terribly convenient for you, Marcus, that your paramour owns an entire villa for you to move into at the drop of a hat," Liam grumbles the next day as he helps us wheel our suitcases to the elevators. "Some of us are going to be in this bloody hotel for the next decade, if the fire department has anything to say about it.""It's not the fire department's fault that Nicole's ex-boyfriend is a psychotic arsonist," Marcus responds, shooting me a wicked little grin. I whack his arm playfully.