so I thought that it was all an omen.”
Harper nodded. “We came from Montana but I’ve always been intrigued by the east
coast, we voted and here we are.”
Ryder said
stopping the vehicle beside an expansive porch that sat before a huge white farmhouse.
There was a barn farther out in the field behind it but it looked like it was
going to fall over. “The barn isn’t safe so don’t go inside of it.” He said
following her gaze. “I’m not sure if we will get to knock it down or if it will
fall first. It’s a race at this point. I bought this place off the internet.
There are one hundred acres all told, plenty of trees for running and hunting,
and plenty of open ground for building and farming.”
Harper watched him
talk. She found the way his mouth moved fascinating, the warm husky tone of his
voice entrancing and didn’t notice that everyone else had climbed out until she
saw them going up the porch steps. “You’ll sleep in the attic. The single
wolves occupy two bedrooms on the first floor, the mated ones the other two on
the second floor. They are probably asleep by now so I will introduce you in
the morning if they’re up.”
“Where do you
sleep?” Harper’s voice came out as a whisper. He reached over and released her
seatbelt.
“The attic. You’ll
be safe there with me, don’t worry.”
“So I sleep with
you?” She chewed on her thumbnail. Ryder reached over and pulled it from her
mouth.
“The boys are
carrying a mattress up now that you’ll sleep on, I’ll shift and sleep in the
corner.” He winked and she gulped. “I’ll introduce you to my wolf first, he
likes you already though.” She nodded and watched him climb out then opened her
door. He was there to help her down before she could move. “Careful darling.”
He set her down gently in the grass and took her elbow to help her up the
steps. His arm was around her waist in an instant when one of the boards gave.
Lee was flopping
down on the couch with a beer when they came inside. “Lee, porch steps, first
thing.”
“On it boss.” Lee
tipped the can back and swallowed then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He
wasn’t a typical looking wolf, Harper thought. Lee had blonde streaked hair and
bright green eyes. She wondered if he was part human. He had a broad chest but
was short. He could be mistaken for human if you didn’t scent him.
Most wolves looked
more like Ryder. They were big, broad and dark haired. Their eyes varied in
color but usually they were dark eyed as well. The young one looked more like
what she was used to. He was tall, blue eyed and had black hair. They called
him Jack. He was a good-looking kid. She figured him to be late teens or very
early twenties, younger than her.
This house was old
and needed a lot of work. Her house was maintained by Bronson’s family over the
years. She’d moved in when she first mated and had done her best to keep it up
but anything that she couldn’t fix, Ellis usually ended up fixing. Bronson
wasn’t any good at that stuff he’d always claimed. Now she thought he was just
lazy.
“I know it needs
paint, and varnish but a little elbow grease and this will be a great house
again.” Harper looked up at the crown moldings and agreed. She loved to watch
DIY shows and she could see its potential. She thought about calling the crew
from the show that worked on old houses. This would keep them busy for a whole
season.
“The kitchen is
through there, if you get hungry just help yourself,” he pointed. “Bathroom is
the first door on the right down there.” He pointed in the other direction.
“We’re up there.” Ryder nodded at the stairs. “After you.” Harper turned toward
them and started up. She could feel his eyes burning into her backside and she
had a very strong urge to step out of the way and let him pass. “You’re doing
fine sweetness, keep going.” His voice had dropped to a huskier baritone.
“Who’s that Uncle
Ry?” A tiny blonde girl stood at