Page 150 of Stormwolf Summer
Honey glanced that way herself—and caught her breath.
Over by the office, Conleth was talking to a woman wearing a staff t-shirt. She had her back to them, so Honey couldn’t make out her face.
But she could see Conleth. The pegasus shifter appeared at ease; oh-so-casually leaning against the porch rail, suit jacket undone. His tie was a little loose, collar open to show the strong line of his throat.
And he was—Honey had no other word to describe it—smoldering.
Honey had seen him turn on the charm before, but never like this. Even as she watched, he leaned closer to the woman, mouth curving in a smile that could have tempted an angel to sin. This was Conleth at his smoothest, giving the performance of his life.
“Well, well, well,” Buck murmured at her side. “I’ll be damned.”
Estelle squinted at the pair. “Is that—hismate?”
“Stop staring!” Beth squeaked. She lunged in front of the other kids, spreading her arms in a futile attempt to block the oblivious couple from their sight. “Give them privacy!”
“HEY!” Archie yelled. Before Honey could stop him, he pushed past Beth, charging straight for Conleth. “What do you think you’re doing? That’s mysister!”
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