The Mane Attraction
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Travis slowly turned to look at Mitch. How do I put this? He stroked his chin. You could say Gil was Sissysfirst. And a girl never forgets her first now, does she?
One of the wolves tossed the ball back at Mitch. Lets do a few more passes.
Mitch nodded. Sure.
He examined the ball in his hand for a moment, pulled back his arm, and let the pigskin fly
Sissy couldnt believe this. Gil? Gil friggin Warren? Back in Smithtown after all these years and acting like he hadnt dumped her ass. Or maybe he thought she was one of those females who let things go. Forgive and forget. Finding peace by forgiving.
Well, that sure as hell wasnt Sissy. She didnt forgive or forget a damn thing.
Its really good to see you again, Sissy.
Yeah. Thanks.
How long you here for?
Dont know.
I see your sisters here, too, Gil. Ronnie glared at the female whod told Gil he could do better than Bobby Rays bitch sister. Ronnie had always hated Tina, but not as much as she hated Gil.
Thats why Ronnie was Sissys best friend. She hated all the right people.
Were back for good.
Great. Sissy looked for a way out of this conversation, short of kicking the man in the nuts. Which was something shed wanted to do for years.
How about we get together for dinner tonight?
Sissy blinked and looked at Ronnie. You must be joking, she said to him.
He smiled. She used to love that smile. Now, it just looked smarmy. Not even a little, sweetheart. Well have a nice dinner, catch up. Itll be great.
No.
Come on, Sissy Mae. Its time to let the past go.
No, its not. But nice try.
Ronnie laughed, but it turned into a squeak when a football whacked into the back of Gils head, slamming the wolf forward. Sissy and Ronnie stepped aside and watched Gil hit the ground.
Sorry, Mitch called from the field. My fault.
Sissy stood there, stunned for several moments, until Ronnie grabbed her arm and took her to the stands, stepping around Gils twitching body.
If I asked you why Mitch might have done that, will you hit me in the back of the head again? Sissy asked once theyd gotten comfortable in their seats.
Ronnie nodded. Yup. I sure would.
Okay. Just checking.
Chapter 13
Mace Llewellyn walked into his Brooklyn home late in the evening. It had been a tough day with Smitty, Sissy Mae, and Mitch out. He still debated contacting Smitty, but everythingseemed to be handled. Was it worth ruining the mans honeymoon for a situation he really couldnt fix anyway? And Mace knew Smitty well enough to know his buddy would want to fix it.
Im home, he called out.
In the kitchen.
Mace closed the door and turned to face Dezs dogs. He snarled, and the two males took off running. The puppy, however, didnt move. She didnt seem to be bothered by Maces snarls or roars. When he was home, she followed him around faithfully. To be honest, Mace had no idea what to do with her. Shed already grown to three times her original size, and she clearly wasnt done if the size of her feet was any indication. Plus, she stared up at him with those big, adoring eyes.
He simply didnt have the heart to be mean to her the way he was to the other two. Glancing around first to make sure no one was around, Mace crouched beside her and petted her head and under her chin the way she liked. Her eyes closed, and her whole body kind of swayed as he scratched a little harder on her neck.
Mace?
Hearing Dezs voice, Mace scrambled to his feet and quickly wiped his hands on his jeans. Coming.
Mace tossed his jacket on the couch and walked through the house and into the huge kitchen. Dez sat at the kitchen table working on her new laptop. One of the perks of her new job. Shed been real unhappy when shed found out theyd moved her to a new division and a new partner. She still didnt understand how this job was a huge step-up and how it could change her career for the better.
Taking a few steps in, Mace stopped and stared down at the floor. What is that mongrel doing to my baby?
Dez glanced down at Marcus and shrugged. Theyre playing.
Mace didnt consider a one hundred and fifty-pound dog using his muzzle to push his son in circles playing.
That cant be safe.
Marcus is happy.
True, his son was giggling, but he was a toddler. Toddlers laughed at all sorts of shit until blood began to flow.
Grumbling, Mace reached down and grabbed his son. Like the mommas boy he was turning into, Marcus slashed at his fathers face with nonexistent claws and screeched until Mace put him back on the floor with the dog. And the dog happily proceeded to spin the brat around in circles.
Told you, Dez mumbled, her gaze focused on the computer screen.
Should he even be up this late?
Hes nocturnal, since you keep forgetting.
Mace growled to himself and decided not to get in a fight with Dez. To be honest, he was horny as hell, and she looked so good in that T-shirt. Food?
Fridge.