Dangerously Attracted [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

beautiful. And after that? Well perhaps they’d let him stay in a shed on the roof at least until it started to snow.
    Lewis couldn’t wait to tell Dakota all about it. He knew she’d understand his joy at the project and perhaps she’d have some good ideas for him to include as well.

Chapter Two
     
    The security guard shifts at Hanson Mall were on a roster and everyone was rotated through each shift—midnight to eight a.m., eight ’til four, and four to midnight. Midnight to eight was usually the quiet shift. Eight to four was the busiest shift as the stores were all open and the mall was bustling with customers. Four to midnight tended to be the one where pranksters and graffiti artists were liable to cause trouble in the parking lots, and customers leaving the late movies and who’d perhaps drunk a little too much in the restaurants tended to get into arguments.
    Dakota liked them all. Variety suited her and it wasn’t as if she had a cat to hurry home to feed or kids to get off to school each day. But her favorite was the four to midnight shift, which she was on at the moment. Lots of people didn’t go to bed much before midnight so she wasn’t very different in time schedule from everyone else and there was enough work to keep her busy without being run off her feet racing from crisis to crisis.
    It was just after ten in the morning and Dakota was awake and about to have a shower when her cell phone rang. Her uniform was lying across a chair where she’d left it the previous evening, and she snatched up her pants and pulled the cell out of her pocket thinking that there was trouble at the mall. “Dakota,” she said.
    “Oh, Ms. Rutherford, it’s Jackson Hamilton here. You left me a message last night.”
    Wow. That was a quick response.
    “Good morning, Mr. Hamilton. I was introduced to your brother, Bailey, at a fund-raising event a few months ago, and I mentioned that my grandmother’s dementia is getting worse and that I need to find secure care for her. He offered to introduce me to you. I believe you were at the same fund-raising party. But I wasn’t ready to make a decision right then. Now, it’s quite clear to me that Grandma needs extra care so I was following up about that. Are you taking on any new patients at the moment?”
    “Yes, Ms. Rutherford I have a few vacancies. What are your grandmother’s needs?”
    “Basically she has to be supervised all the time. She still wants to make herself meals but we can’t trust her near the stove. She’s already burned the bottom out of several pots. We can’t let her iron clothes for the same reason. She scorches them. Mostly we distract her with other activities and she quickly forgets what she’d been going to do.”
    “That all sounds consistent with the usual progression of the disease. I’d need to make an assessment of her before anything was decided of course.”
    “I can send you her paperwork. She’s been assessed quite recently. What’s your e-mail address? I’d need to see your clinic, too, and the room where she’d be staying. Are there any vacant rooms where she could look out into a garden? She loves plants.”
    “The well-being center is surrounded by gardens. I’m sure your grandmother would be happy here.”
    Dakota didn’t like the way he said that. He sounded, not slimy or sleazy exactly, but certainly heading in that direction. Even if she had been considering sending her grandma to him she’d be reconsidering her plans right about now.
    “Thank you. I’ll send you the paperwork and then we can talk some more.” He said something more but she wasn’t really listening and clicked off the call. Now more than ever, she thought he was not a nice person. Definitely the bad guy here.
    She really wasn’t looking forward to seeing inside the well-being center. Dakota felt sure she’d see a lovely room, and maybe a few nicely dressed but heavily sedated clients. But she wouldn’t be shown the heart of the complex