Page 11 of Osiris: The Wolves
“Sorry, man, I tried to tell Dare I could handle it, but he said you’re on shift no matter if your mate is here or not.”
“That’s my brother for you.”
After washing his hands, he took over, setting patties on the grill and filling orders. It wasn’t until he’d plated half of the burgers that he realized Juliette hadn’t come back into the kitchen.
Leaving the grill, he walked out into the main room and didn’t see her.
“Where did she go?” he asked Dare.
His brother filled a beer and set it on a tray. “She left after she paid her check. I figured you told her you’d catch her after we were closed.”
His wolf howled in dismay. “What?” He practically roared the word. “I don’t have her number!”
Dare’s brows rose. “I’m sorry, man. She asked Tara for her check and then walked right out the front door after paying.”
“Fuck.”
He stormed back through the kitchen, and then detoured to check the patio, just in case she’d gone back there to wait. When he found that space empty, he ran to the lot and didn’t see her. He could pick up her scent, but it was fading.
She’d run from him.
But why?
Unfortunately, he couldn’t call her. And he didn’t know her address.
He knew she lived behind the bookstore, but there was no telling which house was hers and he wasn’t going to knock on doors like a loon.
He put his hands on his hips and inhaled the cool night air.
Willow & 2ndBooks.
He’d go see her tomorrow.
And he’d find out why she ran.
Juliette barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his hands on her, his fingers inside her, the way the orgasm poured over her like a waterfall and stole the breath from her lungs.
And then the way she’d lied about her keys and run away.
Who did that?
A psycho, that’s who.
While she’d not been with a lot of guys, she’d never had one able to give her an orgasm, and Sigh had done it so easily. Not only were his lips deadly, but his fingers were lethal weapons.
She shivered and dropped a book she was trying to shelve.
“You okay, babe?” Emery asked.
Juliette pushed the book onto the shelf and turned to find Emery at the end of the aisle, a curious look on her face.
“I did something last night.”
“Is that something the reason you look like you got run over by a train?”
“Flattering, thanks. And yes.” Juliette rubbed the space between her brows with her thumb, then walked to Emery. With a low voice, she said, “I met a guy.”
“Ooh. Do tell. All the juicy details, please.”
