There's Something About Werewolves: Seven Brides for Seven Shifters, Book 1 Read Online Free Page B

the ready. They’d fallen into place behind their leader. She’d always wondered about their allegiance to him, but LuPines was a small town and she figured their family histories bound them together. Now she had her doubts.
    “Ian’s crew too. Mind your business.”
    Faye spoke up. “Ian and Nox are our business.”
    Oh great. Our lady of contentiousness had joined in. This day had no intentions on relenting, did it? Lennox rubbed a hand over her face. She had a bad habit of doing that. She’d gotten it from Garrett. Good thing she’d also picked up the complementary habit of wearing smudge-proof mascara. Reformed tomboys didn’t keep their makeup on without a few tricks. Lennox had reinvented herself but she’d remained a tomboy deep down. Reflecting on her hard-won ladylike status calmed her a bit. When she spoke her voice held more menace than anger.
    “Don’t test me, Faye. I’ll snatch you bald and send you out to buy shampoo afterward.” Lennox aimed a Sith Lord glare the woman’s way. “Say you believe me.”
    The taller woman might as well have shouted hallelujah—she sure looked converted into a true believer. Faye looked at Ian. Their gazes held for a moment than Faye sidestepped behind him. Lennox sniffed. Faye better not have forgotten Lennox Averdeen kicked butt in high school. She’d been a track and field all-star, and she’d played the running back position on the boy’s football team. Hell, the varsity boy’s basketball coach had recruited her to play point guard but her dad made her choose one or the other. She’d picked football. Lennox didn’t mind getting physical. Folks didn’t flex on her without thinking on it real hard.
    “You.” Lennox pointed to Ian. “And you.” Her index finger landed on Garrett. “In my office. Now .”
    The moment she closed her office door Ian started in. “I know you don’t understand what’s going on but I had to step in.”
    “I accept,” Garrett cut him off.
    Ian nearly broke his neck in a double take. “Wha—?”
    Letting out a protracted sigh, Lennox flopped down in her chair and went for her mail. The “boys” needed a moment to calm down. Honestly, so did she. She grabbed the envelope on top of the pile, recognizing the logo immediately.
    With a flick of her letter opener, she sliced the short edge of the envelope and unfolded the contents. Milos Foods hadn’t given up on mass-producing her peach butter. They wanted to take it to market pretty badly. She scanned their latest offer. Yadda, yadda, amazing flavor, blah, blah, talk show circuit. Whoa. The number at the bottom of the page nearly made her eyes pop out. Scratch the “pretty bad”. The Milos folks had a serious hard-on for her recipe.
    No way would she sell. Not ever. But it felt good to have something she’d created in such high demand. She bopped in her chair and hummed, “ I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly. ”
    She almost forgot about the over abundance of machismo filling her office with testosterone and frustration. Not that either man would allow her to enjoy herself for too long.
    Garrett sidestepped Ian. Walking over to her desk, he laid both palms on the wooden surface and leaned in. He watched the glint of the letter opener as it slashed another envelope. “You’d agree Ian is a fair man?”
    Lennox flicked her gaze up at him and back to the mail. “Very,” she said dryly. “And a good one too.”
    She hoped her demeanor gave off a bored vibe. In actuality her insides were aflutter. Everything about Garrett screamed sex. The blaze in his eyes, the cool woodsy scent of his cologne, his take-charge energy, it all drove her into panting heat. Lennox crossed her legs and stared at his big hands. He had such elegant fingers. The kind that could delve deep into a woman’s core and pleasure her bud all at once. Her nipples hardened. To hide the proof she dropped the letter opener and belligerently crossed her arms over her chest.
    Had she gone