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A deep chuckle reverberated through the phone. “Well, I still can’t wait to meet him. And I can’t wait to see you. Been missing you a little bit.”
“Just a little bit?”
“I’m trying to play it cool so you don’t run away.”
She snorted. “Okay I’ll play it cool too then. I kind of miss you too.”
Barfing sounds could be heard from Bay’s room, but Tru chose to ignore it.
When they said their goodnights and got off the phone, Tru hung up and glared at the wall separating her bedroom from Bay’s.
He was one-hundred-percent about to purposefully ruin what she was building with Tabian, and she was still confused on the reasons why.
Chapter Nine
Tabian was worn out from the day. He’d packed camp later in the day, and the drive home had felt like it had taken eternity. He’d stopped at the grocery store on the way home and picked up some groceries for tonight. God, he couldn’t wait to see Tru. No, he couldn’t wait to hold her. His skin had been tingling for days just yearning to touch that woman’s skin.
He’d never felt like this before. He was losing his mind.
He had some steaks settling to room temperature so he could throw them on the grill for Tru and Bayen when they got here.
Tru had seemed stressed today. She’d worked and then Bayen had something going on after he’d gotten out of school. Twice, she’d told him that she just wanted to see him already, and he understood it. Same.
He pulled the dishes from the bin in the back of his truck. He had a good set up. Big truck with a camper shell and all the top-of-the-line shelves and storage compartments for his camping gear. His storage shed was getting full. His truck was parked right beside it as he unloaded the gear he’d already advertised. He had a few more shipments being delivered from some new companies this week, so he would start planning his next trip. Not tonight though. Tonight, he just wanted to see Tru.
One of the storage drawers in the bed of his truck had been sticking, and he sprayed WD40 on it, trying to stop it from catching. He needed to pick up more next time he was in town. Tabian shook the can and sprayed again, but barely anything came out.
He poked his phone screen and checked the time. Thirty more minutes. He blew out a breath, trying to rid himself of the nerves. What if the kid didn’t like him? Tru wouldn’t want him.She was a protective momma bear. He could tell. Oh, he could hear her frustration at raising a teenage boy with an attitude, for sure, but she also talked about Bayen like he was her world.
The way to that woman’s heart would be through the boy.
This was different than anything Tabian had ever been interested in. He’d dated on and off over the years, but always female werewolves. Always his age, and his phase of life, with no kids.
They had bored him.
Truth be told, none had touched him. Not like Tru.
Yeah, he was supposed to push her away. She was human and Pack life was dangerous for them, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stay away from her even if he tried, and especially not after kissing her. Oooh, he wanted more. He’d thought about the way she tasted a thousand times. He got hard every time he thought about the way she had pressed her body to his.
The sound of a car engine brushed his sensitive ears, and he frowned at the woods, searching for headlights. It was early, but that wasn’t a car engine that belonged to anyone here.
He scanned the clearing. Most of the Pack was home tonight. He’d purposefully not told anyone Tru was coming here because they would bother them. He wanted her to himself tonight and wanted to meet Bayen without the chaos of the Pack.
At the back of the clearing, he could see Bridger on the porch of his sprawling modular home. He had his arms locked on the railing and was staring at Tabian.
“You good?” he called. Bridger’s house was thirty yards away, but he would hear just fine.
Bridger’s eyes narrowed and he pushed off the railing and went inside his house. Huh. Weird. Bridger had been quiet lately.
Tru’s car picked its way up the gravel road and turned right for Tabian’s house.
Her windows were tinted dark, so it was hard to see them, but he could see the silhouette of two people. She’d really brought Bay to meet him.
Tabian set the can of WD40 down and wiped his hands on an old rag, then waved as he stepped forward to greet them.
She stopped near his storage shed and opened the passenger’s side door. Bayen must be driving.
“Hey pretty lady,” he greeted her, but her blue eyes were full of worry. “What’s wrong?”
