Rescued By The Wolf. Kristal HollisЧитать онлайн книгу.
Ronni gripped Alex’s shoulders and shook him. “What have I told you about missing school?”
“I hate school!” Alex’s mouth twisted. “It won’t do me any good.”
“It won’t if you keep missing classes,” Rafe said. “Starting tomorrow, I’ll take you to school and bring you home after I close up.”
“I don’t need a friggin’ babysitter.”
“If you aren’t responsible enough to do what you ought, then, mister, you certainly do need one.” Ronni crossed her arms. “And watch your language.”
“This ain’t fair!” Alex stormed inside.
“Be ready at seven,” Rafe called after him. “Or I will hog-tie you and drop you off dressed the way I found you.”
Ronni snickered. “He’s at the age where he thinks he’s too old for pajamas.”
“That’s why I said it.” Rafe noticed the tired droop around Ronni’s eyes and the slight hunch in her back. “How are the GED classes coming?”
“I’m holding my own.” Ronni straightened. “Alex comes by his dislike for school honestly. His dad and I weren’t the best students.”
“You have a fresh start here,” Rafe said.
“You do, too.” Ronni eyed him curiously. “The woman with you at the diner, her scent is still all over you. Who is she to you?”
“A friend of a friend.”
“Not your friend?”
He shook his head.
“Well, why not?”
Rafe thought for a moment.
“She talks a lot.” When Grace wasn’t talking, she hummed. Her voice had a nice, soft melody that stayed on his mind after they parted.
That’s what really bothered him. She shouldn’t be on his mind at all.
“You must be kiddin’ because you ain’t that dumb. Unless this docile pack has sucked the wolf right out of you.” Ronni, two steps up from him, leaned forward with her hands still tucked beneath the arms crossed over her chest.
She was only ten years older, but the one cocked eyebrow and the side-scrunched mouth were a perfect imitation of his mother. He still had memories of his life before coming to Walker’s Run and she wore that look in a lot of them.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Ronni said. “I’ve met some fine people here, but they’re outta touch with their nature. You’re getting yours back. I see it in your eyes. Don’t be afraid of it. Be proud of who you are. Proud of where you come from, because you come from good stock.”
Silence hung between them but neither felt any urgency to fill it. They were family by blood, still getting to know each other. Still testing the boundaries of trust and confidence.
“So, blondie talks too much. That’s it?”
“It’s a lot of words to absorb. She doesn’t stop until she’s asleep.”
“Huh. You know this how?”
Somehow he was digging himself a deeper hole in a conversation he didn’t want to be in.
“I see.” Ronni pressed her lips. “Does she get your heart racing and your blood pumping straight down to your cock?”
He did not want to have this discussion with a woman who favored his mother way too much.
“I can see by your face, she does. Well then, don’t worry too much about her talking. Find something better to do with her mouth.”
Not the advice he was hoping for.
“One thing she can do is eat,” Ronni called after him. “Bring her to supper. Thursday is good. I’ll have the rest of your things packed by then.”
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