Chapter 4: A Crazy Plan.
*Aaron*
I could sit here and say that recruiting the help of this woman in
avoiding Hazel was all a crazy coincidence, but that would be a
lie.
I spotted her the moment I walked into the bar. She wasn’t just
the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, she was unique. Her
scent hit me suddenly, almost knocking off the fragile bar stool.
My wolf howled inside me, clawing at my chest in a way I hadn’t
felt in years. I shifted uncomfortably, surprised by my reaction.
The platinum band had been a disappointing surprise. Whoever
her husband was, he better thank the moon goddess. He’s a damn
lucky bastard.
The last time my wolf had been this restless was the night I met
my mate Yve.
“I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Aaron.”
“I gathered.”
Right. Hazel had been yelling my name with so much rage.
“Great. It’s only fair if you tell me yours… even the playing field a
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little.”
She finally turned to face me, assessing me quietly. She said
nothing, her eyes meeting mine for a second, maybe two. But it
was enough.
Her lips parted slightly and I caught myself staring, mesmerized
by the subtle curve of her mouth.
Shit. She probably thinks I was trying to flirt with her. I raised
my hands in mock surrender, leaning away from her. “Just to be
clear, I’m not trying to flirt. Women are…” I chuckled, shaking my
head, “frankly, troublesome.”
She arched an eyebrow, letting me know I’d said the wrong thing.
“Right,” she said flatly. “You just happened to use a complete
stranger as a shield against some innocent ex. Because all men are
the same, aren’t they?”
Before I could defend myself, she turned away, reached for her
glass of whiskey sitting on the bar and downed it in one gulp. My
eyes widened, but I decided it was smart not to comment on it.
Instead, I extended my hand, determined to salvage something
from this trainwreck. “And for what it’s worth, that woman
wasn’t an ex.”
“I don’t care.”
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Great. Another woman convinced me I was the villain. Not even
five minutes of conversation and she’d already filed me under
“problems to avoid.”
And the worst part? I couldn’t even blame her. I definitely
deserved that.
We didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes, and I took that
time to study her. At first glance, she didn’t look like just
anybody. There was something in her posture, the designer
clothes, her expensive perfume and the way others in the room kept glancing at her. Probably the wife of some CEO, someone with status among the pack.
“So, are you going to tell me your name?” I asked, trying again. “You don’t have to tell me your last name,” I said, smiling. “But you look like you need someone to talk to. Since you have just saved my life, I suppose it is the least I can do.””
“Jane,” she finally conceded. She sighed and took a sip of the
second glass of whiskey. “My name is Jane.”
“Nice to meet you, Jane,” I said, extending my hand.
She took it.
As the night went on, and Jane consumed her fifth glass of whiskey, she loosened up. She couldn’t stop telling her life story
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as if we had known each other for years. I’d already asked the bartender to interrupt her, but she hadn’t noticed.
“Xander doesn’t even try to hide it anymore,” she said, staring
into her sixth, maybe seventh glass of whiskey. “Brought her into
our home today. That bitch even made me move out of our
bedroom. Can you believe that?”
A low growl threatened to escape me. My wolf didn’t like that
one bit. Something protective flared in my chest. “He let this
like this.”
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