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only drug I need is your smile.”
    “Let me get my boots on. It’s getting pretty
deep out here.”
    Bruiser leaned against the nearby building.
“Have I got a deal for you, Mac. I’m going to save you the time of
going all the way over to the peninsula to get your hair done. I’m
setting you up with my stylist, Armand. The man’s a regular miracle
worker.”
    Mac frowned. “So you’re saying I need a
miracle?”
    “Uh, no, no,” Bruiser backtracked—great time
for his legendary silver tongue to turn to scrap metal. What an
idiot thing to say to a woman. “I’m just thinking you don’t want to
spend an hour one way on the Bremerton ferry.”
    “Maybe I enjoy a good ferry ride.” She
narrowed her eyes in a look that was pure badass Mac. “Are you
ashamed of having your mother meet me?”
    He was really fucking this up. “It’s not
you, it’s them. They’re a little tough to handle.”
    She didn’t look like she believed him.
    Bruiser dropped the charming act. “Oh, come
on, Mac. I like you. I’m trying to save you here. You don’t want to
be around my mom and sister. Trust me.”
    “I don’t?” She tempered her response with a
smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her face softened, making
her look almost—pretty? Mac? Damn, his weird attraction to her
needed to stop.
    “You seriously don’t.”
    “You just blew it, buster. Now I’m more
committed than ever to meet them.”
    “Please, Mac. Let me make an appointment
with Armand. He’s one of the best stylists in Seattle. My
treat.”
    “And miss meeting Shanna and Eunice? Not on
your fucking life.”
    Shaking his head, he grinned at her in spite
of himself. “You’re a firecracker, Mac.”
    “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
    He was pretty sure of that.

 
    Chapter 5
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet
    Hands with fingernails like bear claws shoved
Mac into a salon chair while the She-Wolf Pack, as she’d come to
think of Kelsie, Lavender, and Rachel, hovered nearby, as if they
didn’t totally trust Bruiser’s sister and mother to do a good
job.
    Mac had her own reservations. Judging by the
appearance of the place, she’d be lucky to escape without pink hair
and fluorescent fingernails. She’d expected a classy salon because
Bruiser was the ultimate in class. This place celebrated tacky
beyond belief with hot pink and purple wallpaper, purple sinks,
pink countertops, and cotton-candy pink chairs. Even the outside
was a nasty Pepto-Bismol pink. All in all, it looked like a Barbie
hair salon gone wild.
    Shanna, Bruiser’s sister, went for
gaudy-chic with bleached blond hair, a tight purple tank top, and
tons of tats, while his mother, Eunice, showed a little less of her
wrinkled skin—thank God —but reminded Mac of one of those dancehall
girls with red hair on the old Westerns her dad loved to
watch— had loved to watch—until everything changed.
    Mac swallowed the apple-sized lump lodged in
her throat. Now was not the time to think about Will. Now was the
time to think about doing all she needed to impress Veronica, even
if that meant subjecting herself to a Eunice-Shanna makeover
overseen by the Pack.
    The She-Wolves had swept Mac along like a
leaf in a flash flood. Once they’d discovered her crush on Bruiser,
they jumped in with reckless abandon to transform her into
something she wasn’t. She prayed they didn’t tell their men
everything, or Mac would never be able to face the team again,
especially Bruiser.
    Even worse, she hoped like hell they hadn’t
told Eunice or Shanna.
    Mac forced a smile as Eunice pulled up a
small stool and bent over Mac’s feet, making tsking noises and
shaking her head. Mac squirmed a little and got sharp tug on her
hair from Shanna.
    “Hold still.”
    No wonder Bruiser never brought them around
or mentioned them. And here she thought he’d been raised with a
platinum spoon in his mouth and a trust fund to go with it, not by
these two polar opposites. She almost smiled. So Bruiser was