Silver Mine Read Online Free PDF
Author: Vivian Arend
with her sister. Issues like pack politics, of north and south packs, and being treated like a dog could wait. She needed to put her burdens aside for the night.
She squeezed Caroline’s shoulder, waiting until her sister looked up. “Let’s make a deal. Tonight we don’t try to discuss any of the million things we need to discuss, and we stick to the fun things. Like…people watching.”
Caroline’s smile was spontaneous. “Who Would You Do?”
“Oh no…” Shelley laughed. “You aren’t going to make me play that again.”
Her sister’s grin got bigger. “It’s safe. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Unless you want to guess boxers versus briefs . That’s always entertaining, and a totally harmless way to get some kicks.”
“Until you dare me to go ask them what they’re actually wearing, it’s safe. At that point the danger levels become a little iffier.”
Shelley looked into the slowly gathering crowd. Checked out the guys. It was a teenager’s game, and she wasn’t a teen anymore. She’d learned a lot about her sexuality while in the lower latitudes getting her veterinary training. Wolves liked sex, and she hadn’t denied herself in that area. In many ways, it had been easier when there weren’t all kinds of questions and expectations involved with the sex.
And humans far out-numbered shifters in the south. Not like here where she figured a third of the population of the Yukon had shifter blood—whether they knew it or not.
Caroline pointed toward the street. “I’ll go first, even though it’s far tougher for me to actually find someone. I mean, I know a lot of them and adding in their personalities makes me go ick . See the man by the bike rack locking up the bike? Nom nom . He’s easy on the eyes.”
Dark-haired, obviously muscular. Shelley snorted. “You haven’t changed your type at all. I could have picked him for you.”
Caroline actually blushed. “Yeah, yeah. Now your turn. If you were going to get naked and sweaty with someone, you would pick…?”
Shelley twisted slowly, checking all the men. Some of the guys with partners, some alone. Some tall, some short, many muscular like Caroline’s stereotypical lust. The night was warm enough there was a lot of skin showing. Shorts, muscle shirts. Even a few groups of guys swaggering as they did a Venice Beach imitation and pumped out pushups and flexed in that “look at me” and yet casual kind of way.
Nobody caught her eye. Maybe they were all too blatant. She’d had enough of wolf posturing over the years. And while she liked a guy in shape, she didn’t need the nearly grotesque musculature of some of the pimped-out, pretty boys—
Oh my. Her gaze stuttered to a stop. He wasn’t typical. His hair was short and blond, nearly white it was so light. Unlike the posers, he was fully clothed, sturdy but lightweight cotton slacks covering his long legs, a button shirt with slightly worn patches on the elbows. Tall. Lean. A light shadow on his chin and cheeks not quite covering paler skin—as if he’d shaved recently for the first time in a while. The whole kinda, but not, scruffy thing totally did it for her.
Caroline turned to follow her gaze, frowning slightly. “I don’t know him.”
“As if you could know everyone in town.” Shelley’s mouth was actually watering. Okay, him not being a Whitehorse local was better than she had anticipated. Complications of dealing with pack aside, she wasn’t looking for a relationship.
But the drool factor on the man was seriously high.
“Okay. You have a winner. And yeah, your type has changed since you’ve been gone,” Caroline teased. “I thought you were going to marry a dark-haired prince and live in a castle.”
“Oh, sheesh, when I was eight. You were going to travel around the world. When’s that happening?”
Caroline shrugged. “Priorities change. I like it here in Whitehorse. I wanted to stay, and…I know you don’t want to talk about pack tonight, and
She squeezed Caroline’s shoulder, waiting until her sister looked up. “Let’s make a deal. Tonight we don’t try to discuss any of the million things we need to discuss, and we stick to the fun things. Like…people watching.”
Caroline’s smile was spontaneous. “Who Would You Do?”
“Oh no…” Shelley laughed. “You aren’t going to make me play that again.”
Her sister’s grin got bigger. “It’s safe. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Unless you want to guess boxers versus briefs . That’s always entertaining, and a totally harmless way to get some kicks.”
“Until you dare me to go ask them what they’re actually wearing, it’s safe. At that point the danger levels become a little iffier.”
Shelley looked into the slowly gathering crowd. Checked out the guys. It was a teenager’s game, and she wasn’t a teen anymore. She’d learned a lot about her sexuality while in the lower latitudes getting her veterinary training. Wolves liked sex, and she hadn’t denied herself in that area. In many ways, it had been easier when there weren’t all kinds of questions and expectations involved with the sex.
And humans far out-numbered shifters in the south. Not like here where she figured a third of the population of the Yukon had shifter blood—whether they knew it or not.
Caroline pointed toward the street. “I’ll go first, even though it’s far tougher for me to actually find someone. I mean, I know a lot of them and adding in their personalities makes me go ick . See the man by the bike rack locking up the bike? Nom nom . He’s easy on the eyes.”
Dark-haired, obviously muscular. Shelley snorted. “You haven’t changed your type at all. I could have picked him for you.”
Caroline actually blushed. “Yeah, yeah. Now your turn. If you were going to get naked and sweaty with someone, you would pick…?”
Shelley twisted slowly, checking all the men. Some of the guys with partners, some alone. Some tall, some short, many muscular like Caroline’s stereotypical lust. The night was warm enough there was a lot of skin showing. Shorts, muscle shirts. Even a few groups of guys swaggering as they did a Venice Beach imitation and pumped out pushups and flexed in that “look at me” and yet casual kind of way.
Nobody caught her eye. Maybe they were all too blatant. She’d had enough of wolf posturing over the years. And while she liked a guy in shape, she didn’t need the nearly grotesque musculature of some of the pimped-out, pretty boys—
Oh my. Her gaze stuttered to a stop. He wasn’t typical. His hair was short and blond, nearly white it was so light. Unlike the posers, he was fully clothed, sturdy but lightweight cotton slacks covering his long legs, a button shirt with slightly worn patches on the elbows. Tall. Lean. A light shadow on his chin and cheeks not quite covering paler skin—as if he’d shaved recently for the first time in a while. The whole kinda, but not, scruffy thing totally did it for her.
Caroline turned to follow her gaze, frowning slightly. “I don’t know him.”
“As if you could know everyone in town.” Shelley’s mouth was actually watering. Okay, him not being a Whitehorse local was better than she had anticipated. Complications of dealing with pack aside, she wasn’t looking for a relationship.
But the drool factor on the man was seriously high.
“Okay. You have a winner. And yeah, your type has changed since you’ve been gone,” Caroline teased. “I thought you were going to marry a dark-haired prince and live in a castle.”
“Oh, sheesh, when I was eight. You were going to travel around the world. When’s that happening?”
Caroline shrugged. “Priorities change. I like it here in Whitehorse. I wanted to stay, and…I know you don’t want to talk about pack tonight, and