[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
leader. She respected him. That was why she wasn t sneaking out when their
Page 72
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
backs were turned.
Adam hasn t reported to her yet on his situation, he informed her. And all
that tells me is that the situation isn t resolved yet. I won t jump to
conclusions over hearsay from humans.
I don t accept that they are less intelligent simply because they are
different from us. She d had a lifetime of discrimination and she knew how it
could fog someone s thinking.
John towered over her. His shirt stretched over broad shoulders while muscles
rippled over his chest. His dark skin almost glowed while emotions surged
through him. Long thick eyelashes hooded his dark stare. Her stomach
flip-flopped. He was as good-looking as he was dangerous. A deadly
combination.
But if he thought she would cower, he was mistaken. She straightened, meeting
his stare, daring not to look away.
No one is denying the intelligence of humans, my dear. His voice was so
smooth it was almost hypnotic. But I will acknowledge they are dangerous.
They attack what they do not know, and what they fear.
I know that, she hissed, worried if she didn t interrupt him she might fall
into some trance staring into his handsome face.
Margo gave her a quick look, disapproving, a warning. She needed to remind
herself that this was her new pack, Margo, her queen bitch. She lowered her
head in respect.
I need to know that he isn t hurt, she said quickly, keeping her eyes
lowered. If he needs help, I want to help him. I am fast, faster than your
pack. I can escape any human who chases me.
I know you want to help. John sounded calmer, less dangerous.
She dared to look up, glancing from him to Margo.
They were both so attractive, a damned sexy couple. She could seduce them,
both of them. Their stares told her that they were interested in her, would
fuck her if she let them. It wouldn t take much to lure them both into bed,
distract them with lust, and get what she wanted. She ran her tongue over her
upper lip, feeling her heart pound in her chest.
But she wouldn t do that. She didn t need to. I need to help, she
emphasized. I can t sit around here watching television while your pack mates
come over in anguish about these humans.
Margo moved closer to her mate, running her delicate fingers up the huge
muscles in his arm. None of us are going to go back to bed. It s almost light
out anyway.
When John looked down at her she saw his expression relax. His gaze dropped
to her arm, but then before she could react, he grabbed her hand, bringing it
to his mouth. Trudy saw his teeth clamp down on one of Margo s fingers, not
too hard, but she could swear she felt the slight pinch ride through her like
a surge of electricity. Quick and sharp.
Margo sucked in her breath. Trudy caught herself doing the same thing.
Page 73
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
I can find tasks for her today, Margo offered.
John smiled. His look was dark and predatory though. It almost made Trudy
shiver and she found she couldn t look away.
Passion runs deep through you, my love. His voice was no more than a deep,
gravelly whisper. She will move you with her compassion and strong feelings
for Adam. You will smell them on her and it will distract you.
No. Margo shook her head. It looked like she watched her finger, which John
still held against his lips.
Yes. He squeezed her hand. Margo focused on his grip. I will keep Trudy by
my side today. She will work with me.
He let go of Margo s hand and she brought it to her chest, searching her
mate s face. But she didn t argue with him, and she didn t look at Trudy. John
turned and walked out of the room. A minute later, Trudy heard the shower
water start in the bathroom.
If Margo had a problem with Trudy spending the day with her mate, she gave no
indication of it. Things got busy pretty fast with the phone ringing, and pack
members stopping by. Trudy managed a shower before John appeared at the door
to his bedroom.
Are you ready to go? he asked.
She turned to question him, ask what it was that they would be doing, but he
turned away, heading for the stairs. All she could do was hurry and grab her
shoes and follow after him.
By the time she got downstairs, Margo stood at the front door, watching John
head for his car.
Don t worry. She smiled while Trudy struggled with her shoe. He won t
bite. Unless you want him too.
With her shoes finally tied, Trudy followed John out the front door, making a
face at Margo, but otherwise not commenting. She wasn t sure what to say.
Margo gave her rear end a friendly slap, making her jump. Margo giggled.
Seems to me his mate has a bigger bite than he does, she said over her
shoulder.
Margo gave her a broad grin and Trudy couldn t help but smile back. Don t
you worry. I ll keep him out of trouble.
Good luck. Margo waved then shut the door.
By the end of the morning, she had a good idea of what it was like to be a
newspaper reporter. No one in his hectic office, a large room with rows of
desks and humans moving around constantly, seemed to care that she was with
him. In fact, no one paid any attention to her at all.
She sat opposite him, facing his desk, while he went over email and voice
mail, and sorted through his inbox.
I d forgotten you were a reporter, she murmured, although it didn t matter
how quietly she spoke. There was enough noise going on around them that it
would have been difficult for the humans to narrow in on their conversation.
Page 74
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
Being pack leader doesn t pay the mortgage. He winked at her.
She began analyzing John Campbell while she sat there, watching him interact
with humans, manage to calm and cheer all those around him. A true alpha male,
in control, assertive, and a leader. It startled her that he led the humans,
instead of sticking to himself, but he did. More than one of them approached
him throughout the morning with questions, comments, seeking out his advice,
or his approval.
Are you in charge here? she asked, after the third human had sought him out
for his opinion.
He seemed surprised. We all have the same rank. He shrugged. We re
reporters.
They look up to you. She glanced around, not seeing anyone else who seemed
to rank among the lot.
I m good. He had a winning smile, his eyes charming and friendly when he
wanted them to be.
She found herself relaxing, leaning back in the chair, even handing him items
on the desk while he spoke on the phone, or implied he needed something.
Once, his cell phone rang while he was on the phone. He nodded for her to
answer, leaning back and scratching his goatee while he discussed a local
issue going on in the town.
Hello. She listened to the excited voice on the other end. Slow down. I
need to write this down.
Grabbing one of the many legal pads scattered over his desk, Trudy reached
for a pen, and began taking notes. John s call ended before hers and he leaned
forward, reading upside down while she wrote.
Tell him we re on our way. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl szkicerysunki.xlx.pl
leader. She respected him. That was why she wasn t sneaking out when their
Page 72
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
backs were turned.
Adam hasn t reported to her yet on his situation, he informed her. And all
that tells me is that the situation isn t resolved yet. I won t jump to
conclusions over hearsay from humans.
I don t accept that they are less intelligent simply because they are
different from us. She d had a lifetime of discrimination and she knew how it
could fog someone s thinking.
John towered over her. His shirt stretched over broad shoulders while muscles
rippled over his chest. His dark skin almost glowed while emotions surged
through him. Long thick eyelashes hooded his dark stare. Her stomach
flip-flopped. He was as good-looking as he was dangerous. A deadly
combination.
But if he thought she would cower, he was mistaken. She straightened, meeting
his stare, daring not to look away.
No one is denying the intelligence of humans, my dear. His voice was so
smooth it was almost hypnotic. But I will acknowledge they are dangerous.
They attack what they do not know, and what they fear.
I know that, she hissed, worried if she didn t interrupt him she might fall
into some trance staring into his handsome face.
Margo gave her a quick look, disapproving, a warning. She needed to remind
herself that this was her new pack, Margo, her queen bitch. She lowered her
head in respect.
I need to know that he isn t hurt, she said quickly, keeping her eyes
lowered. If he needs help, I want to help him. I am fast, faster than your
pack. I can escape any human who chases me.
I know you want to help. John sounded calmer, less dangerous.
She dared to look up, glancing from him to Margo.
They were both so attractive, a damned sexy couple. She could seduce them,
both of them. Their stares told her that they were interested in her, would
fuck her if she let them. It wouldn t take much to lure them both into bed,
distract them with lust, and get what she wanted. She ran her tongue over her
upper lip, feeling her heart pound in her chest.
But she wouldn t do that. She didn t need to. I need to help, she
emphasized. I can t sit around here watching television while your pack mates
come over in anguish about these humans.
Margo moved closer to her mate, running her delicate fingers up the huge
muscles in his arm. None of us are going to go back to bed. It s almost light
out anyway.
When John looked down at her she saw his expression relax. His gaze dropped
to her arm, but then before she could react, he grabbed her hand, bringing it
to his mouth. Trudy saw his teeth clamp down on one of Margo s fingers, not
too hard, but she could swear she felt the slight pinch ride through her like
a surge of electricity. Quick and sharp.
Margo sucked in her breath. Trudy caught herself doing the same thing.
Page 73
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
I can find tasks for her today, Margo offered.
John smiled. His look was dark and predatory though. It almost made Trudy
shiver and she found she couldn t look away.
Passion runs deep through you, my love. His voice was no more than a deep,
gravelly whisper. She will move you with her compassion and strong feelings
for Adam. You will smell them on her and it will distract you.
No. Margo shook her head. It looked like she watched her finger, which John
still held against his lips.
Yes. He squeezed her hand. Margo focused on his grip. I will keep Trudy by
my side today. She will work with me.
He let go of Margo s hand and she brought it to her chest, searching her
mate s face. But she didn t argue with him, and she didn t look at Trudy. John
turned and walked out of the room. A minute later, Trudy heard the shower
water start in the bathroom.
If Margo had a problem with Trudy spending the day with her mate, she gave no
indication of it. Things got busy pretty fast with the phone ringing, and pack
members stopping by. Trudy managed a shower before John appeared at the door
to his bedroom.
Are you ready to go? he asked.
She turned to question him, ask what it was that they would be doing, but he
turned away, heading for the stairs. All she could do was hurry and grab her
shoes and follow after him.
By the time she got downstairs, Margo stood at the front door, watching John
head for his car.
Don t worry. She smiled while Trudy struggled with her shoe. He won t
bite. Unless you want him too.
With her shoes finally tied, Trudy followed John out the front door, making a
face at Margo, but otherwise not commenting. She wasn t sure what to say.
Margo gave her rear end a friendly slap, making her jump. Margo giggled.
Seems to me his mate has a bigger bite than he does, she said over her
shoulder.
Margo gave her a broad grin and Trudy couldn t help but smile back. Don t
you worry. I ll keep him out of trouble.
Good luck. Margo waved then shut the door.
By the end of the morning, she had a good idea of what it was like to be a
newspaper reporter. No one in his hectic office, a large room with rows of
desks and humans moving around constantly, seemed to care that she was with
him. In fact, no one paid any attention to her at all.
She sat opposite him, facing his desk, while he went over email and voice
mail, and sorted through his inbox.
I d forgotten you were a reporter, she murmured, although it didn t matter
how quietly she spoke. There was enough noise going on around them that it
would have been difficult for the humans to narrow in on their conversation.
Page 74
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
Being pack leader doesn t pay the mortgage. He winked at her.
She began analyzing John Campbell while she sat there, watching him interact
with humans, manage to calm and cheer all those around him. A true alpha male,
in control, assertive, and a leader. It startled her that he led the humans,
instead of sticking to himself, but he did. More than one of them approached
him throughout the morning with questions, comments, seeking out his advice,
or his approval.
Are you in charge here? she asked, after the third human had sought him out
for his opinion.
He seemed surprised. We all have the same rank. He shrugged. We re
reporters.
They look up to you. She glanced around, not seeing anyone else who seemed
to rank among the lot.
I m good. He had a winning smile, his eyes charming and friendly when he
wanted them to be.
She found herself relaxing, leaning back in the chair, even handing him items
on the desk while he spoke on the phone, or implied he needed something.
Once, his cell phone rang while he was on the phone. He nodded for her to
answer, leaning back and scratching his goatee while he discussed a local
issue going on in the town.
Hello. She listened to the excited voice on the other end. Slow down. I
need to write this down.
Grabbing one of the many legal pads scattered over his desk, Trudy reached
for a pen, and began taking notes. John s call ended before hers and he leaned
forward, reading upside down while she wrote.
Tell him we re on our way. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]