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He let her kiss him as long as she wanted at the open door of her car. No way could he push her off and tell her to go home. She could stay out here all night with him if she wanted.
Her phone dinged again. “Okay, I have to go. Make me go!”
“No way,” he denied her.
“Tabian!”
“Tell Bay to come here,” he joked.
She laughed and pushed back from him. “Trust me, you wouldn’t enjoy it. That boy has an attitude about you.”
“You told him about me?” Tabian asked.
“Yep,” she said, getting into her car. “He doesn’t approve of bad boy werewolves.”
“Bad boy, good man though.”
Her cheeks were the prettiest shade of pink in the light of her car, and her eyes were so clear and direct on him. She’d somehow grown even prettier over the night here.
“I have to go. For real this time.”
Tabian leaned onto the open doorframe of her car, then knelt down and kissed her with his hand gentle around her throat. “Drive safe,” he murmured as he released her.
Tru blinked slowly and nodded. “Yes sir.”
He let off a wicked laugh and forced himself to back away from her car. “Careful with that, Tru. I’ll drag you back inside. Go now if you’re going to leave.”
Her smile was devilish and so fun as she nodded and pulled the door closed. Little tease. Little vixen. Little temptation.
He watched her car until it disappeared down the road and into the trees, and then he sat on the porch stairs until he heard her car hit the main road, just in case she decided to turn around.
She’d told her stepson about him. Whether he approved of Tabian or not, it was saying something that she’d mentioned Tabian.
He liked whatever that said.
Tru sure was a consuming woman.
Chapter Six
“Where were you?”
Tru startled hard and dropped the paper bag. The empty plastic container still stained with red spaghetti sauce clattered across the sidewalk.
“Geez, Bay! Why did you scare me like that?” Tru demanded, bending to pick up the container.
“I was sitting here plain as day.” He had a growl to his voice.
With a frown, she studied his face. “Why are you clawed up?” she asked.
“You first. Where were you?”
“Bay—”
“Trudy.”
Whooo, she hated when his teenager attitude came out like this. “I don’t like when you talk to me like this,” she gritted out.
“I don’t like when you’re sneaking around in the middle of the night keeping stuff from me. You’re the one who is always talking about trust.” He stood and gave her his back. “You stink like werewolf.”
