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queen bitch of the Arsenic pack.” Reenie made gagging noises.
“It’s not called the Arsenic pack.” It was an old argument but one that Reenie loved to have.
“Yeah, I know. I just like calling it that. I mean, there had to be a reason they keep losing pack members. And who the hell would name their pack Bitter Almonds? They’re just asking for the arsenic jokes. Anyway, back to the real issue. What are you gonna wear on your date with my brother?”
“I’ll decide later, when I have time to even think about it—or better yet, when we can actually have a date. We have to get back to work. Did you talk to the shop owners?” Kelly turned her attention to her computer screen and hoped Reenie would get the hint.
“Those feline fucknuts across the street asked to put up their own flyers and ripped ours off the walls. Said it had the wrong info and someone would be by to replace it later in the day. Do you think Al will look the other way if I go wolfy on them?” Reenie batted her eyelashes at Kelly.
Kelly shook her head.
“What? They’re domestic cat shifters,” Reenie pressed. “Fucking fluffy house cats for crying out loud! How bad can they be?”
“Ever been to the vet when the nonshifting cats are getting their nails clipped?”
The bell over the door rang, and Reenie got up. “Well, showtime. I’ll call up the uniform people and let you know what they say about the truck that never delivered. Call Brandon .”
Reenie drifted out of the room leaving a wake of angry pheromones and roses behind. It was easy for Reenie to encourage them to get together. She’d been dreaming of having Kelly for a sister since forever. Brandon was a good, decent man, a real stand-up kind of guy with a side of sexy and then some. Kelly just couldn’t see how it could work after what her father had done. She clicked on the e-mail again, hoping that the words would change upon another reading. They didn’t.
Since her father’s announcement, all manner of wolves had been sniffing around Pack Princess Maid Services. It was a distraction they didn’t need, and Kelly definitely didn’t want the attention. She winced as she heard Reenie’s voice drift through the open door way, fending off yet another suitor. “No, she’s not here. No, I won’t tell you when she gets back. Do you want to book our maids or not? Well, then, fuck you very much too!”
Kelly felt claustrophobic and felt an overwhelming urge to get out of there and do some thinking. She grabbed her purse and left the office. “I’m going to check on Jazz. I’ll be back in a bit, OK?”
Reenie shooed her away with a gesture of her hand as she answered the phone with her free one. “Pack Princess Maid Service, where you get the royal treatment for a howling good price.”
Kelly peeked out of the door and found the coast clear. She slipped out of the entryway and started walking. Everyone from both packs knew the type of vehicle she drove, but on foot she might be able to blend in with the crowds. She left the business district and headed for the residential part of town.
* * *
Kelly hurried toward Susanne Claire’s home, where Jazz would still be hard at work. Susanne was a local car dealer who worked long, hard hours and hated living in a mess. They were giving her a discount in exchange for good deals on new cars when she, Reenie, and their employees were ready to upgrade. As Kelly’s heels clicked on the pavement, she regretted not having changed into sneakers. Every footfall jarred her and a dull ache began in her soles. Rather than turn back and risk meeting someone, she pressed on, vowing to take a seat as soon as she reached Susanne’s house.
The day was brisk and beautiful, with the sun shining and a bite of snow in the air. Kelly’s wolf absorbed all the sights and smells. It yearned to shift so that it could really enjoy being outdoors. The last full moon seemed eons ago, and the upcoming one wasn’t nearly close enough.
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