Midnight Moon: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Roadside Angels Motorcycle Club Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Kathryn Thomas
the creek or in the brush.
“So, wanna go shopping when we get back?” He might as well broach the subject now. He intended to win any argument she brought forward, but he needed to give himself time to get to the winning post.
“Shopping? Why?” Tamara looked at him with amusement lighting up her eyes.
He glanced down at her feet, and she followed his eyes. “What’s wrong with my boots? They’re boots! Perfect for this country.”
Lex laughed, a long, hearty sound of pure amusement. “Maybe if you were planning to go line dancing, honey, but not for what you’ll be needing them for.”
“What’s wrong with them?” she demanded again, turning one foot up to examine the fine leather boot, complete with spiked heels.
“They’re inappropriate wear for country lady reporters,” he answered, still chuckling. “If you’re intent on investigating illegal wolf breeding, you’ll need more practical footwear.”
She put her foot back down. “Well in that case, I have sneakers,” she huffed at him, her eyes triumphant. When he rolled his eyes at that, she swatted him on the arm, and grinned, recognizing, no doubt, that he might just have a point. “Okay, okay...maybe my sneakers aren’t tough enough for this terrain, either.”
He cocked a brow at her. “Does that mean you’ll go shopping with me?” He couldn’t believe he’d won that argument without more of a fight.
“Yes, Lex, it does.” She snapped her mouth closed, but not before he saw the smile she hid. And when she reached over to switch on the radio, he let his own smile slide over his face. It amused him to no end that she refused to give in without a fight, and that she refused to acknowledge a loss in any way. Gutsy gal, and he liked that about her.
He drove past the exit that would have taken him back to Rojo Arroyo, and took her to the modest-sized shopping outlet close to the restaurant he had taken her to for dinner the night before. The Sheplers there would have just what she needed, and if they didn’t there was always the Western Star superstore. He wondered if she ever shopped in those stores, or even if those stores existed up where she was from. Too bad if she didn’t. There was a first time for everything. Besides, he didn’t imagine she would be wearing them once she left Rojo Arroyo. The thought of her leaving made him reel as though he had been sucker-punched. His wolf wasn’t too happy about it, either. He tamped down the growl that was rising in his chest, and parked the truck, going round to help her out, though this time she didn’t need any help because she wasn’t in a skirt.
“Western Star Superstore,” she read the huge sign. “What do they sell, aside from boots?”
Lex smiled, leading her inside out of the raging heat of midday. “Anything you want, you can find in here,” he said. He snagged a cart and began to push his way to the back of the store, watching her stare around her. She looked like a kid at Christmas, her eyes lighting up at everything she saw. She seemed to like the moccasins they walked by, as well as the blanket ponchos and the saddlebags.
“So I could grocery shop in here?” she wanted to know.
“No, not really. We have food stores for that in town. This is for ranchers who need bedding, things for their horses and cattle, saddles, work clothes...that sort of thing.” He led her to the section he had just described, and walked her first over to the ladies’ boots.
“See anything you like here?” he asked, standing back and letting her walk around the display.
She didn’t answer immediately, taking her time to look carefully at the ones she liked. He noticed she didn’t pay too much attention to the boots with the longer shafts that would protect her legs from snake bites, but the ones she seemed interested in were good strong
“So, wanna go shopping when we get back?” He might as well broach the subject now. He intended to win any argument she brought forward, but he needed to give himself time to get to the winning post.
“Shopping? Why?” Tamara looked at him with amusement lighting up her eyes.
He glanced down at her feet, and she followed his eyes. “What’s wrong with my boots? They’re boots! Perfect for this country.”
Lex laughed, a long, hearty sound of pure amusement. “Maybe if you were planning to go line dancing, honey, but not for what you’ll be needing them for.”
“What’s wrong with them?” she demanded again, turning one foot up to examine the fine leather boot, complete with spiked heels.
“They’re inappropriate wear for country lady reporters,” he answered, still chuckling. “If you’re intent on investigating illegal wolf breeding, you’ll need more practical footwear.”
She put her foot back down. “Well in that case, I have sneakers,” she huffed at him, her eyes triumphant. When he rolled his eyes at that, she swatted him on the arm, and grinned, recognizing, no doubt, that he might just have a point. “Okay, okay...maybe my sneakers aren’t tough enough for this terrain, either.”
He cocked a brow at her. “Does that mean you’ll go shopping with me?” He couldn’t believe he’d won that argument without more of a fight.
“Yes, Lex, it does.” She snapped her mouth closed, but not before he saw the smile she hid. And when she reached over to switch on the radio, he let his own smile slide over his face. It amused him to no end that she refused to give in without a fight, and that she refused to acknowledge a loss in any way. Gutsy gal, and he liked that about her.
He drove past the exit that would have taken him back to Rojo Arroyo, and took her to the modest-sized shopping outlet close to the restaurant he had taken her to for dinner the night before. The Sheplers there would have just what she needed, and if they didn’t there was always the Western Star superstore. He wondered if she ever shopped in those stores, or even if those stores existed up where she was from. Too bad if she didn’t. There was a first time for everything. Besides, he didn’t imagine she would be wearing them once she left Rojo Arroyo. The thought of her leaving made him reel as though he had been sucker-punched. His wolf wasn’t too happy about it, either. He tamped down the growl that was rising in his chest, and parked the truck, going round to help her out, though this time she didn’t need any help because she wasn’t in a skirt.
“Western Star Superstore,” she read the huge sign. “What do they sell, aside from boots?”
Lex smiled, leading her inside out of the raging heat of midday. “Anything you want, you can find in here,” he said. He snagged a cart and began to push his way to the back of the store, watching her stare around her. She looked like a kid at Christmas, her eyes lighting up at everything she saw. She seemed to like the moccasins they walked by, as well as the blanket ponchos and the saddlebags.
“So I could grocery shop in here?” she wanted to know.
“No, not really. We have food stores for that in town. This is for ranchers who need bedding, things for their horses and cattle, saddles, work clothes...that sort of thing.” He led her to the section he had just described, and walked her first over to the ladies’ boots.
“See anything you like here?” he asked, standing back and letting her walk around the display.
She didn’t answer immediately, taking her time to look carefully at the ones she liked. He noticed she didn’t pay too much attention to the boots with the longer shafts that would protect her legs from snake bites, but the ones she seemed interested in were good strong
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