suited him fine. Evan slipped his fingers around her ass and held her close as their kiss deepened.
She smiled when he finally let her up for air. “You’re not getting your work done this way.”
“Maybe I need you to come and take a few notes in my office. That would be more efficient.”
Another itch tickled his nose, and he jerked back before he sneezed in her face. Damn, he must be coming down with a cold.
The heat that rose to her eyes was gratifying, though. “I’d love to join you, but there’s no one else on the front desk for an hour. You’ll just have to deal with the food for the party all by your lonesome.”
Evan sighed, tweaking her butt before he headed into the back. “I hate being efficient all by myself.”
She waved him off and returned to her organizing, and once again he speculated why she’d suggested they pair up. Having her as a partner had done wonders for his ability to finally get things happening in the pack—until she’d moved in with him he’d experienced constant disruptions from female wolves wanting to get a piece of him, or more accurately a piece of the pack.
The higher rank the wolf, the higher their partner was considered. Since Evan hadn’t had a sniff of a mate in all his nearly forty years, the arrangement with Caroline was working well, even with her a human. Especially since she was a human.
At least he knew she wasn’t using him to get ahead in the wolf game.
Evan dropped the papers she’d given him onto his desk and opened his computer, distraction taking over as he considered the next stage of taking all of Whitehorse under his control.
Chapter Three
Shelley lay back on the thick blanket and stared at the blue sky. “I’ve missed this.”
Caroline leaned over her, a shank of her blonde hair falling across her face. “Missed what? Me? Eating too many corn dogs and potato chips?”
“Of course I missed you.” Shelley sighed happily, pointing upward. “But I mean the light. It’s ten p.m. and it’s still light out. I feel as if I’ve got forever to get things accomplished when I’m up north.”
“It’s pretty, but it’s an illusion. You wait until the sky tells you to go to bed and you’ll end up a basket case within a week,” Caroline warned.
Shelley sat up and looked around. True to Caroline’s word, there weren’t any of the Takhini pack in the people congregating around them looking for spots on the grass beside the giant paddlewheeler that was now dry-docked and used as a museum. A few were wolves, but most of those were strangers—visitors or Miles Canyon pack, she wasn’t sure. They eyed her and Caroline with caution before giving them a wide berth, which was very weird in a way.
She was the last wolf ever to intimidate anyone. “You hear anything about the Canyon pack? What they’re up to? Who’s leading?”
Caroline’s head snapped her direction. “Why? You’re not thinking about joining them, are you?”
This wasn’t the time for getting into a detailed conversation. “Just curious, that’s all.” Although, if she did plan on joining a pack, the other side might be better than the pack of her youth.
Caroline jabbed her in the arm. “No way. No bloody way. You know Dad always warned us about them.”
Sheesh . “Warned what? That they were mean and to avoid them? Man, Caroline, it’s not as if I got such good treatment from the Takhini pack that I’m dying to return to the bosom of my childhood.”
Caroline opened her mouth then reluctantly shook her head. “I know. You got a raw deal, but things have changed. Evan’s a totally different Alpha than the one who was in charge when we were kids.”
Her suspicions tweaked again. “There’s something you’re not telling me about this Evan guy. You make it sound as if he’s some super-wolf.”
Caroline busied herself with the picnic basket, guilt written in her every move, and Shelley decided to drop the topic. Concentrate instead on the music, the visit