Lucy's Wolverine (Lilly Town Shifters) Read Online Free PDF Page A

of work to do. Time to fix that. Going to her computer, she turned on her favorite music station and blasted it as loud as the computer would go. Sitting down in her chair, she opened her document and started typing away. She wouldn’t have ever gotten there if it hadn’t been for Mike. He’d saved her novel. Okay, she probably would have gotten there on her own eventually, but he’d helped her get there sooner. Time to stop thinking about Mike and to start thinking about the Fey. She needed to get some work done.
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                  “Paul, I have a flight leaving in an hour. I’ll need you to pick me up from BWI Airport,” he said into the phone.
                  “Yes sir, I’ll be there,” Paul replied. He was always so obedient. That was one of the reasons he was promoted so quickly. It was hard finding people who didn’t always question orders.
                  “Good. I want this wolverine problem taken care of.”
                  “Yes sir.”
                  “I also don’t want anyone knowing what’s going on. Everyone thinks wolverines are extinct and I want to keep it that way.”
                  “I understand, sir,” Paul answered.
                  “Good,” he said and hung up. Sitting back in his chair, he read the file from when he shot the wolverines fifteen years ago. He didn’t want to make any mistakes. He had to take this one out. There was no room for error. This was going to be taken care of; he was going to see to it.
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                  Mike had been keeping an eye out for Lucy for days, but there was no sign of her. He was wondering if she couldn’t stand him and was keeping her distance, or if she just didn’t want to see him. Maybe he shouldn’t have ogled her like he did.
                  “Mike, why don’t you just stop by and see her?” Bill suggested. Mike wondered if maybe he was brooding and getting on Bill’s nerves. It was in the man’s nature to be more patient, but lately he seemed to be snapping at him.
                  “I don't want her to think I'm a stalker or anything. I want her to come in and see me because she wants to see me.”
                  “You said she was a writer, right?” Bill asked.
                  “Yeah,” Mike sighed. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
                  “Didn't your mother ever lock herself in a room for long periods of time so she could write?” he asked.
                  “Yeah,” Mike grunted. He knew Bill was right. Bill was always right.
                  “Don't you think she's probably in book land right now, not ignoring you?”
                  “I guess she did give me a copy of her book.”
                  “And you read it in one day. I know,” Bill said, as if repeating Mike for the hundredth time.
                  “That means something, doesn't it?” he asked.
                  “Yes, it means she's a nice person. I think you should go over there and see her. Say you wanted to tell her you liked her book in person or something. You did like her book right?” Bill asked. Mike had a strange feeling Bill was getting tired of hearing about Lucy and her quietness.
                  “Yes, I liked the book. It was one of the best books I've ever read.”
                  “Are you saying that because it's her or because you really liked it?” Bill asked. It was a valid question, even if it made Mike sound like a love-drunk teen.
                  “I thought the book was really good. I'll admit, it's not something I would normally read, but it was good. Yes, I think I like it more because she wrote it, but I'm not going to lie – it really was good.” Mike was thinking he might be over-analyzing it some. He was talking in circles