Tightly Held [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

luggage.
    “Oh, shit. I don’t have a backpack or anything to take a change of clothes in for the journey. Dammit, I should have thought to borrow one from someone,” he said.
    “Don’t worry. I’ve got one. If we roll our things up tightly we’ll fit a change of underwear and a clean shirt each in it, and we shouldn’t need fresh jeans or boots,” said Nolan.
    “I’ll sleep in my boxers. No one will know. If I have to go anywhere I’d be putting my jeans back on not walking around in pajamas anyway,” added Ethan, relaxing a little.
    “Exactly. We’ll manage just fine.”
    Ethan couldn’t remember a time when money in the Simon pack had not been scarce. There was never anything left over for luxuries, but every child always received a birthday and Christmas present, and he’d always had his schoolbooks, even if they were mostly secondhand or thrift shop bargains. It was only in the last year or so he’d started realizing he was almost always hungry. Not starving-hungry, just dammit-my-plate’s-empty-already hungry. He reminded himself that plenty of health gurus advocated always leaving a meal before the stomach was full, and did his best to ignore the feeling.
    Despite all their planning and organizing, they were still in bed at a reasonable hour and Ethan was wide awake and heading for the shower half an hour before he needed to be.
    “That smells great,” he said, walking into the main room where Nolan was frying bacon, potatoes, and tomatoes.
    “Yeah. When Wynn said we could buy whatever we wanted at the supermarket and put it on the mall account, I had to be careful not to go crazy and fill the trolley with junk food. Today, I thought if we had a good breakfast we’d be less likely to spend money at a diner or truck stop on the way. Other than to buy coffee, of course.”
    Ethan laughed. Nolan pretended to be addicted to coffee, but mostly it was just a good excuse not to spend a lot of money. With coffee in hand, they could act like they’d already eaten or weren’t hungry.
    “Good plan.”
    Between bites they rehearsed the road trip directions, until Ethan felt quite relaxed and assured that they would find their way to their destination.
    They’d both been given a seventh-floor swipe card which opened the elevator door for them, and then they pressed the lowest button which was the fourth-floor foyer.
    “Seven is that one, isn’t it?” Ethan pointed to the button he hoped was the one for their apartment level.
    “I think so.”
    Good. It was damn tricky using an elevator that had no labels on anything. Good security, sure, but scary for newcomers like him.
    They walked out to the parking lot and up the stairs to the fifth level of it, which was for staff only. Then Ethan stopped dead. “What if we’re supposed to use our truck?”
    Nolan turned and stared at him and then gulped. “Shit. I never thought of that. Let’s just hope we’re going in her car. Or one belonging to this pack.”
    Ethan looked around quickly but didn’t see anyone nearby. “Community. Not the word you used, remember.”
    “Sorry.”
    That was something else that would be difficult for them. Both of them had spent almost all the years since they’d left high school on the farm among wolves. They would need to relearn the code words werewolf shape-shifters used for their pack and their Alpha and such things out in the human world, real fast. Some humans were terrified of shape-shifters. Others persecuted them. Ethan needed to be very sure he didn’t endanger anyone. That would be the worst possible thing he could do.
    They stood and waited in the lot, Ethan hoping like hell Georgia wanted to use her own car. But how likely was that? She wanted to rest and work while they drove. Likely she would expect them to drive their own truck. And that meant buying gas. Plus, the truck was old and not particularly reliable. If the truck broke down on the farm, probably he and Nolan would be able to get it running