to go after the men.”
“Nope. They both seemed a little too alpha for me.”
“Yes, they have strong personalities, but you could handle them.”
She shook her head. “Uh-uh. My perfect man, or men as the case may be, would be sensitive and caring. They would want to explore the world with me and would treat me like a princess.”
“Maybe you should try Earth. Perhaps their men are like that.”
“Maybe.” Rein polished off her glass. “What are you going to wear for your lunch date tomorrow?”
“Like it matters? Besides, it’s not a date, and in case you haven’t noticed, I own seven skirts, one for each day of the week, and five tops. I don’t have many options, nor do I care.”
“You are such a terrible liar. I can see where Brin would eat you alive if you didn’t tell the truth.”
He already seemed to be able to see right through her. “All the more reason not to go out with him.”
“How about if you do your eye makeup at least? You have such beautiful deep blue eyes.”
“I appreciate the compliment, but I’m not into looking false, and as I said, this isn’t a date.”
Rein laughed. “Tell me that after you have lunch with them.”
* * * *
Madra pulled on a baggy shirt and smoothed down her skirt. If her breasts hadn’t been so large and had been perkier, she might have considered going bare breasted. Who are you kidding? Her ass sagged and her waist hadn’t seen tiny in years. She wanted to cover up and not show her flaws.
Rein’s words came back to her. Did Larek and Brin think of this as a date? Or did they really want to get more information? She hadn’t answered Larek’s last question, but she wasn’t sure there was much more she could offer him. From the way Brin seemed relieved to get out of her house, he’d only come because Larek had asked him.
What did it matter now? She’d said she’d go, so go she would. She inhaled. “Let’s get this over with.”
Part of her was thrilled to see them again, but the other part wasn’t ready for the inquisition. While it saddened her to perpetuate the myth that wolves were scum-sucking vermin, she didn’t want to be tossed out of her job.
She stepped out of her house and then looked down at the sandaled heels Rein had convinced her to wear. Damn things made her a giant. She’d considered walking to the restaurant, but she feared she’d be late. Besides, she bet her feet would be swollen by the time she arrived.
“The tram it is.”
She walked to the station. Since heels weren’t her usual apparel, she had to be careful not to twist an ankle. It was a ten-minute wait before the tram arrived, and a lot of people had gathered. She was thankful she even got a seat. She just wished her stupid palms would stop sweating. Being around sexy, powerful men always jumbled her nerves, and these two had an extra dose of sexiness each, which made it worse.
They are here to help you. She repeated the hopefully true mantra until her stop. The mall was crowded, which comforted her somewhat. As she headed toward the bar, no one seemed to take notice of her. At least all of Anterra hadn’t learned of her possible job loss.
The Wild Cat Bar sat in a nook across the mall center and looked a bit dingy. The letter C wasn’t lit on the sign and a piece of the fencing bordering the entrance was missing. At least the front was well lit and the flower bins at the front made it kind of inviting. She’d heard a few skirmishes had happened there over the years, but they’d occurred mostly at night when the clientele had too much to drink. That didn’t surprise her. Anytime a bunch of shifters got together, it was like waving a match near something inflammable.
At lunchtime, she suspected the place would be calm—or at least calmer.
Go.
As soon as she stepped inside, she had to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. The musty smell of beer and sweat seemed to have been covered up with a cleaning agent, but it still made her wrinkle