Beast Behaving Badly
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Important wolf Pack business has brought me here with my lady love and her Dee-licious cousin.
Dees here? Blayne said with real excitement, and she jumped up, only to be yanked back down by Mitch.
No, he told her.
But I just want to say hi! She jumped up again, and Mitch yanked her back down again.
No.
Come on. Pleaseeeeee let me say hi to Dee-Ann!
At this point, Mitch was practically curled into his chair, he was laughing so hard while he still kept a firm grip on her arm. No! he finally got out. And whatever youre doing with Dee-Annstop it. Because at this point, Im thinking theres a shallow grave with your name on it.
No fun, Blayne pouted. Then she snapped her fingers, her focus moving to something else entirely.
She reached into the backpack she had resting against the legs of her chair. Look at this book I found She stopped abruptly when the entire table groaned. What?
Blayne, Jess said, You cant keep buying me books on pregnancy.
Its not for you. Its for me.
Mitch leaned in and sniffed her neck. Youre not pregnant.
She glared at him. Yes. Im well aware of that.
The ol Blayne lower-land territory a little unused lately? Blayne slammed the book in Mitchs big lion head. I was just asking!
Blayne flipped through the book. This book is about what to do to help a friend going through pregnancy. Theres a whole section on what to do in the delivery room.
Mitch took the book out of her hand, his fingers covered in bacon grease. What do you need that information for?
Blayne reached for the book, but Mitch held her off by turning away from her and using his forearm.
Hopefully Ill be able to help out in the delivery room when the time comes, and I want to be prepped for that.
Is this in case the future Ward-Smith wolfdog is crazy like all the others and comes out of the womb trying to chew through the umbilical cord? I know! Maybe you can distract her with a squeaky toy!
Blayne balled up her fist, ready to punch Mitch ONeill Shaw in the nuts when the book was snatched from Mitchs hand.
Heyoh. Mitch faced forward. Hi, Smitty.
Smitty slapped his hand down on Mitchs shoulder and squeezed, Blayne cringing from the pain she saw on the lion males face. Well, the pain and the blow to his sizable ego. What was that you said about wolfdogs and my soon-to-be-here baby girl, Mitchell? Dont reckon I heard you right.
Nothing, Mitch spit out between gritted teeth.
Thats what Ithought. Smitty pulled his hand away and kindly handed the book to Blayne before kissing her forehead. Hello, darlin.
Hello, Smitty. And thank you. Blayne sneered at Mitch and Mitch sneered back.
Smittys sister, Sissy Mae, grabbed up the platter still half filled with bacon and dropped into a chair next to Mitch. She put her feet up on the table, worn cowboy boots right next to Mitchs arm.
Thats my bacon, Mitch told her.
You need to learn to share, Mitchell Shaw. Sissy smiled at Blayne. Mornin, darlin.
Hi, Sissy. Blayne looked around. Wheres Dee-Ann? I thought she was with you.
Oh, wellBlayne, no!
But Blayne was already up and running to the front door. She snatched it open and quickly scanned the downtown street until she saw the She-wolf halfway up the block. Grinning, Blayne screamed out, Dee! Hey, Dee! Where are you going? Dont go! The She-wolf stopped, her shoulders tensing. Blayne held her breath, but it was for nothing. Dee moved on. Dee! Wait! Dee! Ann! Dee-Annnnnnnnnnnnn! Come back!
Dee-Ann didnt come back, and Blayne closed the front door and went back to the dining room and the remainder of her breakfast. Once she sat down, everyone at the table staring at her, she picked up her glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and took a sip. I guess she didnt hear me.
Mitch shook his head. Its like watching someone drive straight toward a concrete wall and yet theres nothing you can do to make them stop.
Dont know what you mean.
Forget all that, Sissy said, leaning in a bit and grinning. We saw Lock and Gwenie last night for dinner, she said to Blayne.
Its like having a mountain at the table with you, Mitch complained about Gwens grizzly. And he moves nearly as fast.
And, Sissy went on, ignoring her mate, what is this I hear about you and the almighty gorgeous Bo The Marauder Novikov?
It was bad enough that Blayne spit out her own orange juice in surprise, but when half the wild dogs, wolf, and lion did it, too, she didnt know what to think.
Bo finished up his hundredth lap, resting for a moment with his arms on the edge of his pool. It was Sunday, so this was his day off as per his schedule. Four hours working out in the pool was like a walk in the park compared with his standard ten-to-fifteen-hour daily workout the rest of the week.
Relaxing in a recliner and wearing a minuscule white bikini with her shoulder-length white hair up in a ponytail, Sami flipped through Japanese Vogue. Sander slept stomach down on another recliner. No snoring, but there was drool. It was not pretty.
Dees here? Blayne said with real excitement, and she jumped up, only to be yanked back down by Mitch.
No, he told her.
But I just want to say hi! She jumped up again, and Mitch yanked her back down again.
No.
Come on. Pleaseeeeee let me say hi to Dee-Ann!
At this point, Mitch was practically curled into his chair, he was laughing so hard while he still kept a firm grip on her arm. No! he finally got out. And whatever youre doing with Dee-Annstop it. Because at this point, Im thinking theres a shallow grave with your name on it.
No fun, Blayne pouted. Then she snapped her fingers, her focus moving to something else entirely.
She reached into the backpack she had resting against the legs of her chair. Look at this book I found She stopped abruptly when the entire table groaned. What?
Blayne, Jess said, You cant keep buying me books on pregnancy.
Its not for you. Its for me.
Mitch leaned in and sniffed her neck. Youre not pregnant.
She glared at him. Yes. Im well aware of that.
The ol Blayne lower-land territory a little unused lately? Blayne slammed the book in Mitchs big lion head. I was just asking!
Blayne flipped through the book. This book is about what to do to help a friend going through pregnancy. Theres a whole section on what to do in the delivery room.
Mitch took the book out of her hand, his fingers covered in bacon grease. What do you need that information for?
Blayne reached for the book, but Mitch held her off by turning away from her and using his forearm.
Hopefully Ill be able to help out in the delivery room when the time comes, and I want to be prepped for that.
Is this in case the future Ward-Smith wolfdog is crazy like all the others and comes out of the womb trying to chew through the umbilical cord? I know! Maybe you can distract her with a squeaky toy!
Blayne balled up her fist, ready to punch Mitch ONeill Shaw in the nuts when the book was snatched from Mitchs hand.
Heyoh. Mitch faced forward. Hi, Smitty.
Smitty slapped his hand down on Mitchs shoulder and squeezed, Blayne cringing from the pain she saw on the lion males face. Well, the pain and the blow to his sizable ego. What was that you said about wolfdogs and my soon-to-be-here baby girl, Mitchell? Dont reckon I heard you right.
Nothing, Mitch spit out between gritted teeth.
Thats what Ithought. Smitty pulled his hand away and kindly handed the book to Blayne before kissing her forehead. Hello, darlin.
Hello, Smitty. And thank you. Blayne sneered at Mitch and Mitch sneered back.
Smittys sister, Sissy Mae, grabbed up the platter still half filled with bacon and dropped into a chair next to Mitch. She put her feet up on the table, worn cowboy boots right next to Mitchs arm.
Thats my bacon, Mitch told her.
You need to learn to share, Mitchell Shaw. Sissy smiled at Blayne. Mornin, darlin.
Hi, Sissy. Blayne looked around. Wheres Dee-Ann? I thought she was with you.
Oh, wellBlayne, no!
But Blayne was already up and running to the front door. She snatched it open and quickly scanned the downtown street until she saw the She-wolf halfway up the block. Grinning, Blayne screamed out, Dee! Hey, Dee! Where are you going? Dont go! The She-wolf stopped, her shoulders tensing. Blayne held her breath, but it was for nothing. Dee moved on. Dee! Wait! Dee! Ann! Dee-Annnnnnnnnnnnn! Come back!
Dee-Ann didnt come back, and Blayne closed the front door and went back to the dining room and the remainder of her breakfast. Once she sat down, everyone at the table staring at her, she picked up her glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and took a sip. I guess she didnt hear me.
Mitch shook his head. Its like watching someone drive straight toward a concrete wall and yet theres nothing you can do to make them stop.
Dont know what you mean.
Forget all that, Sissy said, leaning in a bit and grinning. We saw Lock and Gwenie last night for dinner, she said to Blayne.
Its like having a mountain at the table with you, Mitch complained about Gwens grizzly. And he moves nearly as fast.
And, Sissy went on, ignoring her mate, what is this I hear about you and the almighty gorgeous Bo The Marauder Novikov?
It was bad enough that Blayne spit out her own orange juice in surprise, but when half the wild dogs, wolf, and lion did it, too, she didnt know what to think.
Bo finished up his hundredth lap, resting for a moment with his arms on the edge of his pool. It was Sunday, so this was his day off as per his schedule. Four hours working out in the pool was like a walk in the park compared with his standard ten-to-fifteen-hour daily workout the rest of the week.
Relaxing in a recliner and wearing a minuscule white bikini with her shoulder-length white hair up in a ponytail, Sami flipped through Japanese Vogue. Sander slept stomach down on another recliner. No snoring, but there was drool. It was not pretty.
