-2- Lily

"God, Lacy, why do you always fall for the cocky ones," Lily complained. Her tone was a false exasperated disapproval.

Lacy smiled impishly. "Men are much more fun that way, and he's like a god under the sheets!" Lacy's expression turned dreamy and dazed off into her fantasies.

Lily shuddered with disgust. That was way too much information than she wanted to know about Chris. "Earth to Lacy, earth to Lacy," Lily called to her friend, snapping her fingers in front of Lacy's face.

The daydreaming blond blinked a couple of times. "Oh sorry," she apologized with a smile growing on her face.

Lily shook her head. She's hopeless! Lily thought with another smile. "What did you want to tell me so badly?"

Lacy looked confused for a moment then got all excited. "Oh yeah! You remember that kid that stayed with us for about a year, James Lacrosse?" Lacy asked.

Lily thought for a moment then nodded with a slight frown. They had never met face to face, but Lily knew of him very well. James Lacrosse was almost legendary in the werewolf in the country. Lily had heard more than a few horror stories about him. She also remembered him from her childhood and how much she hated him more than anything when she was twelve. That boy robbed her of the only place Lily could come close to calling home for almost a year.

She felt her anger rise, still holding a grudge against him after all these years. "Yeah I remember him," she started in a cold tone but then smiled an evil smile. "I remember he was your first major crush. Man, you could spend hours doodling his name." Her smile grew as Lacy turned pink.

"Oh God, I had forgotten about that," Lacy replied with a shy smile then added, "Well, he's back finally! He arrived today, and he will be eating dinner with us!"

Lily stared at her in surprise. That was the guest? James Freaking Lacrosse? She tried her best not to scowl at the idea.

"And he is so hot! Oh my God, if I weren't already mated, I would jump him," Lacy went on, lost again in her own fantasies.

Lily wasn't impressed but shook off the feelings of irritation and laughed.

"Laugh all you want! You haven't seen him yet! In fact, hot doesn't even begin to describe him," Lacy said pointedly.

"Really? I wonder what he would think of Mrs. Lacy Lacrosse?" Lily threatened, grabbing the little book from the drawer of her sister's old desk.

Lacy looked at her with a horrified expression. "You wouldn't," she cried before jumping at Lily. She reached for the little pink journal with Lacy Lacrosse written all over it.

Lily dodged her and then grinned. "I think I just might," she said smugly and raced out of her sister's room and down the stairs.

"Lily Nawassa, get your butt back here now," Lacy screamed, running after her.

"Sorry, I don't think so," she yelled back and ducked into the kitchen. Lily hid behind Sandy using her as a human or better-said werewolf shield.

"Lily, what in the world are you doing?" Sandy demanded as she held onto the older woman's shoulders while keeping her adoptive mom between Lacy and her.

"I am a werewolf, Lily. There is no way you can outrun me," Lacy warned her, trying to paw around her mother to grab Lily.

Lily knew all her sister's moves and knew how to anticipate them so Lacy would only grab air. "I may not be able to outrun you, but I can outsmart you any day Lace," Lily replied as she pulled Sandy around the kitchen.

"Stop acting like little girls and let me go," Sandy demanded as she attempted to free herself from Lily's clutches.

"Sorry Sandy, no can do. At least not yet," Lily apologized, continuing to pull her around the kitchen.

"I am going to burn the food thanks to you two! I will call your father!"

Lacy leaped for her again, but Lily let Sandy go to crawl up on the kitchen island and jumped to the table. She dropped to the floor and ran out of the kitchen. "Lily!" Sandy exclaimed in horror as she watched Lily's escape.Lily knew she'd pay for it later, but she couldn't stop to apologize. Lacy was hot on her heels. She ran into the living room.

Everyone ducked out of her way accustomed to Lacy and her silly races. Lily may be twenty-seven, but sometimes she just had to let the six-year-old girl, who was still very much alive in her, out. Lily put the sofa between her and Lacy. She eyed the patio door. "I am going to kill you for this. You know that," Lacy continued to threaten her.

"Oh, I am not worried about Mrs. Lacy La..."

Lacy almost screamed in horror, making Lily double with laughter. "Don't you dare finish that phrase," she shouted after Lily who ran out onto the patio. "Someone stop that horrible, nasty thief!"

Lily cheered with the surge of victory. No one would ever help Lacy, and she started to tell her that as she felt a pair of strong arms grab her and lift her up in the air. Lily cried out in surprise as she tried to free herself, but whoever caught her was like Superman. "Dude you just ruined my exit," Lily complained to whoever was holding her.

Lacy came up to her with a smug expression on her face, and Lily glared at her. "Why, thank you, James," she chirped as Lily was set down on the ground.

Man, out of all the luck. I had to run into James Lacrosse, she thought as her feet returned to the ground. Lily looked up at James who still held her arm with an iron grip. Oh holy hotness, she thought, looking all the way up at the man standing before her. Lacy wasn't exaggerating when she said hot didn't even begin to describe him.

His hair was dark brown, almost black with hazel eyes. He must have been well over six feet, which allowed him to tower over her easily. He was broad with a muscled build that made her feel small. At the same time, James had a friendly, small town country boy look that clashed with the badass reputation.

Lacy tried to take advantage of Lily's distraction to grab the book from her. The movement broke Lily from her mental drooling, and she pulled the journal away just in time. "Give me the book, Lily!"

"Nope," she refused and smiled a nasty smile. "Maybe I should give it to James here?"

"No, you don't," Lacy said with a look of utter horror as she tried to grab the book from Lily's grasp.

"What is going on?" James asked, letting go of Lily's arm and looking at them with confusion.

"It's best not to get involved James," Andrew told him, coming up to them. He looked at Lily and Lacy both with disapproval. "How many times have I told you both to stop these silly races in and around the house?"