Page 1 of Same Rogue
Chapter One
“No!” Bridger Thomas yelled.
He waited a three-count to make sure Vic stopped knocking at his front door, then placed the beard trimmer back to his jaw and turned it on again.Buuuuzzzz.
Knock, knock, knock.
He nicked a line into his thick beard and snarled. He was going to kill Vic. Seriously. Bridger dropped his beard trimmer onto the counter and strode out of the bathroom. He was going to Change into his wolf, and murder Vic, and then maybe even eat him just to make sure his ghost couldn’t come back and haunt him with friggin’ dad jokes while he tried to sleep each night.
He stormed through the living room and yanked the door open, ready to unleash hell on his least favorite Rogue Pack member.
What he saw there standing on his porch though, had him freeze into place like a bump on a log.
A woman stood there, mid-thirties maybe. She wore a tank top that showed her stomach, exposing a sparkly jewel piercing in her navel. She wore blue cotton shorts and a big purse with leather fringe hanging down to her knee. She was tattooed all over her arms, and down one of her legs. She wore her hair in loose curls. Her tresses went from dark brunette at the roots to a brassy golden blonde halfway down. She wore a ton of make-up, and her eyes were glowing a smoky gray.
“Who are you?”
“Ha ha,” she said in a nervous laugh. She shifted her weight to her other side.
“Are you here to sell something, or…?” he asked, eyeing her old red Camry parked by his truck.
“You’re Bridger. It’s me.” She frowned and glanced around with a confused expression on her face. “Okay, this isn’t a funny joke.”
Bridger caught movement out of the corner of his eye and glared over at Vic’s house. The front door shut fast. He narrowed his eyes. He smelled a rat.
“Why are you here, lady?” he asked carefully. Maybe she was one of the dumb ones. Sometimes pretty women like her didn’t have the brain cells so they coasted on looks.
The lady pursed her lips and looked uncertain. “I’m Nikita. Kit? You call me Kit?”
“I don’t know you,” he growled in annoyance. He was going to have to trim his whole damn beard short because of her incessant knocking, and whatever game this was.
“Are you serious right now? We’ve been talking for weeks. It’s me. Kit. Nikita Rothchild? We’re paired?”
“Did you say paired?” His dry laugh echoed through the clearing. He heard the creak of Vic’s door and glared at it as he peeked outside, knew he was busted, and slammed the door closed again.
“I already have a mate. We aren’t paired lady. Take your crazy and get out of my territory.”
Her mouth fell open and she stood there frozen like she couldn’t believe he’d just called her out, but crazy people deserved callouts. Not everyone had to live in their delusions.
“Yes, wearepaired! We were matched! I picked you and you picked me back!”
“No the hell I did not! I like blonds, and tattoos are a turn-off. You have like eight hundred of them. That, and you’re crazy. Offense intended, lady, but we are not a match at all. Not in any way.”
“Is this just you getting cold feet? You swore you wouldn’t do that to me! I drove here all the way from Alabama! I quit my job! My Alpha already approved me breaking the bond to my Pack! I spent my last paycheck breaking my lease to my rental. Everything I own is in my car!”
The tidal wave of emotion was clogging his throat. “That all sounds weird to do for a stranger, yes?”
“You aren’t a stranger!”
“Okay, I’m getting off this crazy train. You’re dismissed, lady.”
“I’m dismissed?” she yelled at a volume that, frankly, hurt his sensitive eardrums. “I’m dismissed!”
She knelt down and started rifling through her purse. Oh, shit, she was going to shoot him or pepper spray him or something.
A snarl ripped through him and his skin tingled until he realized she was pulling out her cell phone. She showed him a text thread. Bridger frowned as he read the last texts.
I can’t wait to see you. Drive faster. But not too fast. I need you here safe. You have precious cargo.
