Wolf Among Sheep: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Roadside Angels Motorcycle Club Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Kathryn Thomas
call later.
The bus ride left little impression on her because she finally dozed and had to be roused by her neighbor when the bus arrived in the small Arizona town. Brushing a hand over her face, she tugged down the skin-tight top she wore above a pencil skirt and high heels and got off the bus, picking up her luggage and looking around for a cab. There didn’t seem to be any, but as she waited, watching the folks around her getting into pickup trucks old and new, she saw a tired-looking dark blue vehicle with a taxi logo on the side roll to a stop in front of her.
“Need a ride, ma’am?” the driver asked, his leathery face as tired-looking as the car he drove.
“Yes, thank you,” Tammie said, not hiding her relief. She gave him the name of the hotel where she had booked a room for three nights and settled her aching back against the seat. The heat in the cab was oppressive, but once it got going, the air conditioner seemed to wake up and cooler air chugged over her skin.
Just when she was beginning to enjoy the coolness, her driver stopped before a modest-looking building, he told her the amount she owed, and she added a small tip before exiting the cab. He helped her pull her bag from the trunk and then drove off, leaving her feeling like wilted lettuce on the sidewalk.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this hot and miserable. Dragging the luggage behind her, she entered the pleasantly cool hotel and got her keys. She asked about the car she had rented and was told she could pick it up from the Enterprise office next to the hotel.
Her room was on the second floor, and once inside, she kicked her shoes off and threw herself onto the bed, more exhausted than usual because of all the late hours she had been keeping recently. She let herself rest for half an hour, then took a shower, and changed into jeans and a button down sleeveless blouse, pinned her hair up on top of her head, and slid her feet into high-heeled sandals.
Grabbing her bag, which held her wallet and iPad, she hurried out, determined to make the most of her time. Downstairs, she asked where she could get a meal and was directed to the diner two blocks away. Shading her eyes behind big sunglasses, she braved the afternoon heat and walked to the diner, glad to be out of the heat again once she was inside.
A pretty young woman, tall and round, ushered her to a table for two at the back of the restaurant, and as she followed her, she looked around, taking in the typical diner decor. There were very few people there at that hour, and all were engaged in conversations with their tablemates. She didn’t mind being alone. While she decided what she wanted to eat, she thought about what questions she would ask and who she would talk to. The waitress who came to serve her returned, and Tammie noted her name was Ginny. She figured she’d start with her, as it was unlikely she would be an out-of-towner.
“Are you ready to order, ma’am?” Ginny asked, smiling kindly at her as she placed a tall glass of water before Tammie on the table.
“Yes, I am, thank you. I’d like a quarter pounder with fries and a large Coke, please. And a slice of apple pie for after.”
“How would you like the burger?”
“Medium, thanks.”
“Would you like anything for starters?” Ginny asked next.
“Just some information—if you don’t mind,” Tammie answered. “I’m a reporter from Danbury, and I’m here to see what I can find out about those wolf attacks a few weeks ago. Do you know who I could talk to about that?”
“Sure. I have to see to another table, but I’ll be back with your order and we can talk for a bit—unless more customers come in.” Ginny flashed her a bright smile.
Tammie relaxed against the back of the banquette and let her mind wander. She answered a text message from Emily, giving a brief description of her journey, the hotel, and the diner. She
The bus ride left little impression on her because she finally dozed and had to be roused by her neighbor when the bus arrived in the small Arizona town. Brushing a hand over her face, she tugged down the skin-tight top she wore above a pencil skirt and high heels and got off the bus, picking up her luggage and looking around for a cab. There didn’t seem to be any, but as she waited, watching the folks around her getting into pickup trucks old and new, she saw a tired-looking dark blue vehicle with a taxi logo on the side roll to a stop in front of her.
“Need a ride, ma’am?” the driver asked, his leathery face as tired-looking as the car he drove.
“Yes, thank you,” Tammie said, not hiding her relief. She gave him the name of the hotel where she had booked a room for three nights and settled her aching back against the seat. The heat in the cab was oppressive, but once it got going, the air conditioner seemed to wake up and cooler air chugged over her skin.
Just when she was beginning to enjoy the coolness, her driver stopped before a modest-looking building, he told her the amount she owed, and she added a small tip before exiting the cab. He helped her pull her bag from the trunk and then drove off, leaving her feeling like wilted lettuce on the sidewalk.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this hot and miserable. Dragging the luggage behind her, she entered the pleasantly cool hotel and got her keys. She asked about the car she had rented and was told she could pick it up from the Enterprise office next to the hotel.
Her room was on the second floor, and once inside, she kicked her shoes off and threw herself onto the bed, more exhausted than usual because of all the late hours she had been keeping recently. She let herself rest for half an hour, then took a shower, and changed into jeans and a button down sleeveless blouse, pinned her hair up on top of her head, and slid her feet into high-heeled sandals.
Grabbing her bag, which held her wallet and iPad, she hurried out, determined to make the most of her time. Downstairs, she asked where she could get a meal and was directed to the diner two blocks away. Shading her eyes behind big sunglasses, she braved the afternoon heat and walked to the diner, glad to be out of the heat again once she was inside.
A pretty young woman, tall and round, ushered her to a table for two at the back of the restaurant, and as she followed her, she looked around, taking in the typical diner decor. There were very few people there at that hour, and all were engaged in conversations with their tablemates. She didn’t mind being alone. While she decided what she wanted to eat, she thought about what questions she would ask and who she would talk to. The waitress who came to serve her returned, and Tammie noted her name was Ginny. She figured she’d start with her, as it was unlikely she would be an out-of-towner.
“Are you ready to order, ma’am?” Ginny asked, smiling kindly at her as she placed a tall glass of water before Tammie on the table.
“Yes, I am, thank you. I’d like a quarter pounder with fries and a large Coke, please. And a slice of apple pie for after.”
“How would you like the burger?”
“Medium, thanks.”
“Would you like anything for starters?” Ginny asked next.
“Just some information—if you don’t mind,” Tammie answered. “I’m a reporter from Danbury, and I’m here to see what I can find out about those wolf attacks a few weeks ago. Do you know who I could talk to about that?”
“Sure. I have to see to another table, but I’ll be back with your order and we can talk for a bit—unless more customers come in.” Ginny flashed her a bright smile.
Tammie relaxed against the back of the banquette and let her mind wander. She answered a text message from Emily, giving a brief description of her journey, the hotel, and the diner. She
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