Beast Behaving Badly
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For a brief, hopeful second, hed hoped that Blayne hadnt noticed. But then her entire body tensed and she said, What the hell did you just do?
CHAPTER 27
Ezra Thorpe opened his front door. It wasnt even five yet, but he hadnt slept since the day Niles Van Holtz had shown up at his house.
And here he was again.
Well?
We need to get your daughter out of Ursus County. We need to get her out now.
Ezra had already heard from his buddies and connections that the Group had located and raided the building that housed the people whod tried to take Blayne. Hed also heard that the hybrids whod recently been stored in the basement, prepped for transport, had been released. But the hybrids whod already been through a few fights, their moneymakers awaiting transport to a new location, had been too far gone. Theyd been put down at the location. Harsh but necessary.
Yet what did any of that have to do with Blayne or Ursus County?
Why?
The wolf scratched his head, glanced up, then finally admitted, Uh . . . cause thats where theyve been taking the hybrids to get them ready to fight. Breaking them in, I guess. Anyway, we need to figure out what were going to do next and, to be honest, we could use your skills.
Ezra let out a sigh and reached for his coat from the stand. Only Blayne, he thought as he followed Niles Van Holtz to his limo.
Bo returned with a washcloth and some antibiotic. He placed everything on the bed and sat down across from her. Instead of reaching over to her to care for the wounds, he gripped her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap patiently waiting until her legs wrapped around his hips.
She stared off over his shoulder and bit the inside of her lip when she felt the first swipe of the cleaning cloth against her brand-new bite marks.
Blayne?
Uh-huh?
Youre not talking to me.
Uh-huh.
Are you mad?
Uh-uh.
But youre not talking to me?
Uh-uh.
I need you to talk to me, Blayne.
She shook her head. Not a good idea. Not a good idea.
I just marked you, Blayne. I wont lie and say I had it planned out, but I cant say that I mind, either. The way I feel about you . . . making you mine just feels right. But I need you to tell me how you feel. I need you to say something. Anything. Please.
Well, if he wanted her to say something . . . Im never going to be on time, Im either going to be twenty minutes late to two hours early, and dont think I can function on that list thing you do, I mean I like lists as much as the next person and they can be quite helpful but I will not live under your Stalin-like schedules, nor will I feel bad if I put something in what I am sure is your frighteningly pristine homeout of placehow can anyone relax in that kind of situation? And I dont want to live in fear of you getting a bug up your ass and throwing out what youve affectionately referred to as my crap, and speaking of which, I love the watch, I really do, but at some point I will want to take it off, maybe wear some cheap piece of crap I get for a deal on the street and I dont want you freaking out every time I do, I cant constantly be worrying about time and to be quite blunt . . . I want children, lots and lots of children and you dont even like kids, not only that
Bo placed his hand over her mouth. Brakes. Train.
She glared at him over his fingers.
To make this easier for me, Ill address each of your points. In order.
In order?
Number one, you may always be late, but Ill always be on time. And yes, I will bug you if youre running late and its holding me back as well, but its not something Ill get hysterical over because I understand thats you and you wont get hysterical when you realize that I give you too-early meeting times since I already know youll be two hours late. Wait. What? Second, I dont insist anyone keeps or maintains a schedule but me. All I do ask is that you respect the schedule I do have because right now, at this point in my life, its about hockey and my commitment to the team Im on. Third, stop comparing my time management skills to dictators. Fourth, I wont throw your stuff out unless its actually in the trash, but if I start seeing extreme hoarder tendencies, youre going to therapy. Fifth, I dont care if you wear cheap, pretty crap as long as you dont use that cheap crap as an excuse for why youre late. You cant have it both ways. Its not fair. And sixth, I dont hate children, but Im positive that Ill always consider my kids better than anyone elses because theyre mine, which will automatically make them amazing. He paused, nodded his head, and said, I think I hit all your concerns.
Every one, she agreed.
Yeah.
You actually listened to me, and took me seriously.
Of course.
Blayne stormed off the bed. And how, exactly, am I supposed to deal with that?
Bo leaned back on the bed, his palms flat, his arms keeping him propped up. At this point . . . nothing I say will make you happy, will it?
Probably not!
She would always make him crazy, wouldnt she? Whether they were in bed or out of it, she would always make him feel a little off kilter. A little . . . baffled. He wasnt sure that was a good thing, but he knew hed never be bored. Hed never wander away from her. The thought of what shed do while he was gone was simply too terrifying.
CHAPTER 27
Ezra Thorpe opened his front door. It wasnt even five yet, but he hadnt slept since the day Niles Van Holtz had shown up at his house.
And here he was again.
Well?
We need to get your daughter out of Ursus County. We need to get her out now.
Ezra had already heard from his buddies and connections that the Group had located and raided the building that housed the people whod tried to take Blayne. Hed also heard that the hybrids whod recently been stored in the basement, prepped for transport, had been released. But the hybrids whod already been through a few fights, their moneymakers awaiting transport to a new location, had been too far gone. Theyd been put down at the location. Harsh but necessary.
Yet what did any of that have to do with Blayne or Ursus County?
Why?
The wolf scratched his head, glanced up, then finally admitted, Uh . . . cause thats where theyve been taking the hybrids to get them ready to fight. Breaking them in, I guess. Anyway, we need to figure out what were going to do next and, to be honest, we could use your skills.
Ezra let out a sigh and reached for his coat from the stand. Only Blayne, he thought as he followed Niles Van Holtz to his limo.
Bo returned with a washcloth and some antibiotic. He placed everything on the bed and sat down across from her. Instead of reaching over to her to care for the wounds, he gripped her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap patiently waiting until her legs wrapped around his hips.
She stared off over his shoulder and bit the inside of her lip when she felt the first swipe of the cleaning cloth against her brand-new bite marks.
Blayne?
Uh-huh?
Youre not talking to me.
Uh-huh.
Are you mad?
Uh-uh.
But youre not talking to me?
Uh-uh.
I need you to talk to me, Blayne.
She shook her head. Not a good idea. Not a good idea.
I just marked you, Blayne. I wont lie and say I had it planned out, but I cant say that I mind, either. The way I feel about you . . . making you mine just feels right. But I need you to tell me how you feel. I need you to say something. Anything. Please.
Well, if he wanted her to say something . . . Im never going to be on time, Im either going to be twenty minutes late to two hours early, and dont think I can function on that list thing you do, I mean I like lists as much as the next person and they can be quite helpful but I will not live under your Stalin-like schedules, nor will I feel bad if I put something in what I am sure is your frighteningly pristine homeout of placehow can anyone relax in that kind of situation? And I dont want to live in fear of you getting a bug up your ass and throwing out what youve affectionately referred to as my crap, and speaking of which, I love the watch, I really do, but at some point I will want to take it off, maybe wear some cheap piece of crap I get for a deal on the street and I dont want you freaking out every time I do, I cant constantly be worrying about time and to be quite blunt . . . I want children, lots and lots of children and you dont even like kids, not only that
Bo placed his hand over her mouth. Brakes. Train.
She glared at him over his fingers.
To make this easier for me, Ill address each of your points. In order.
In order?
Number one, you may always be late, but Ill always be on time. And yes, I will bug you if youre running late and its holding me back as well, but its not something Ill get hysterical over because I understand thats you and you wont get hysterical when you realize that I give you too-early meeting times since I already know youll be two hours late. Wait. What? Second, I dont insist anyone keeps or maintains a schedule but me. All I do ask is that you respect the schedule I do have because right now, at this point in my life, its about hockey and my commitment to the team Im on. Third, stop comparing my time management skills to dictators. Fourth, I wont throw your stuff out unless its actually in the trash, but if I start seeing extreme hoarder tendencies, youre going to therapy. Fifth, I dont care if you wear cheap, pretty crap as long as you dont use that cheap crap as an excuse for why youre late. You cant have it both ways. Its not fair. And sixth, I dont hate children, but Im positive that Ill always consider my kids better than anyone elses because theyre mine, which will automatically make them amazing. He paused, nodded his head, and said, I think I hit all your concerns.
Every one, she agreed.
Yeah.
You actually listened to me, and took me seriously.
Of course.
Blayne stormed off the bed. And how, exactly, am I supposed to deal with that?
Bo leaned back on the bed, his palms flat, his arms keeping him propped up. At this point . . . nothing I say will make you happy, will it?
Probably not!
She would always make him crazy, wouldnt she? Whether they were in bed or out of it, she would always make him feel a little off kilter. A little . . . baffled. He wasnt sure that was a good thing, but he knew hed never be bored. Hed never wander away from her. The thought of what shed do while he was gone was simply too terrifying.
