Chance Lost by Jo Larue Read Free Book Online Page B

sitting in the passenger seat being uncomfortably quiet. It concerned him that maybe too many boundaries were pushed, but was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything wrong. He kept glancing her way, wondering what kept her so troubled. While stealing those quick glances, her facial expressions changed from a worried frown to a smile. He quietly sighed and relaxed.
     
    Wanting to bring an end to the silence he asked, “You’re awfully quiet, Chance. We don’t have to go to Jack’s if you don’t want. There are other places we can be, but only if you wish it.”
     
    “No, I really do want to go but thank you, Sylas. I was just thinking about the property again. Rick told me I’ll need to do some shopping for the house, and I’m not sure I’m qualified to make the right decisions. I think I’m going to need help with it all.” She laughed as she turned to him with an unspoken question in her eyes.
     
    “Well now, are you asking me for help?” He asked, returning her smile.
     
    “Why yes, Sylas, I think I am.” Chance turned on her best Scarlett O’Hara southern drawl and he busted out laughing.
     
    “You do that drawl justice, Miss Scarlett,” he returned in his best Rhett Butler.
     
    “Oh, Fiddle dee dee, Rhett, you scoundrel!” and that did it. Sylas almost lost control of the Jeep, laughing with her.
     
    Sylas sobered when he realized they were at the entrance to Jack’s lake house. “Last chance to change your mind, Miss Scarlett. We’ve arrived at the ball.”
     
    “I do declare, Rhett Butler, you are a gentleman. I do love a party!” and with that he pulled in and parked. Sylas gave Chance his arm as they followed the sound of voices mixed with laughter. Jack noticed them when they turned the corner into the backyard, and waved them over. He handed them both an ice-cold beer after giving Chance a quick hug and fist-bumping him.
     
    “Glad to see you made it. Was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
     
    “I think I kept Mr. Butler too long talking about my property. Sorry, Jack,” Chance replied, blushing a little.
     
    Jack looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Sylas could only shrug and smile. Jack turned to Chance and asked, “You’ll have to join me and tell me all about it. Sounds interesting.”
     
    They spent the next few hours rehashing to Jack everything they talked about at her house. He asked her where the property was. Sylas knew it was north, but never thought to get specifics. When she told them it butted up against Cohutta National Forest and northeast of Ellijay, they both stiffened a little. “Well now, that’s quite a drive from here. You sure that’s where the property is, Chance?” Jack asked.
     
    She smiled at him with enthusiasm and nodded. Her excitement was palpable. Theirs… not so much. They knew what she didn’t. The property would be just a few short miles from the pack’s base, and as Sylas feared, right in the middle of their territory. Things just went from bad to worse. Sylas wasn’t going to let anything happen. She might be human, but he still felt a mate calling to him. He wasn’t going to lose her, not to anyone, much less to that damned rogue wolf.
     
    While Chance talked more about her plans with Jack, he used the time to study her face. Sylas wanted to reach over and let down her tresses. He had yet to see it loose and knew it must reach almost to her knees. It compelled him to get lost in it and her. Sink his hands in and pull it while he was buried deep within her. He wasn’t sure if he said something out loud or if she sensed his thoughts, because right when he thought about it, she reached up and pulled her hairpin loose.
     
    Time slowed as her locks cascaded slowly over her shoulders and down her back. Thick jet-black waves of silken pleasure caressed her skin as it fell. Sylas let out a small groan as he watched it finally touch the ground from where she was sitting. In that single moment, he was lost as never