give Stone a once over and then back down from the implicit challenge. Tina held in the smile that tugged at her lips. The older woman sniffed. “Well, at least his presence helps keep the rowdies in line.” Grabbing a tray, she headed in the opposite direction.
Biting her lips to keep from laughing, Tina made her way towards Stone in what she hoped was a leisurely fashion. No point in letting him know how pleased she was to see him. Things were going well and she didn’t want to jinx it.
“Hey, Stone.”
He nodded. “Christina.”
The way he said her full name, with a hint of a sexy growl, made her shiver. No one called her that except him. It seemed so formal and yet intimate at the same time. Her mouth went dry as she imagined how he’d whisper it in her ear tonight as he slid inside her.
His mouth quirked. “I like what you’re thinking.”
“How do you...? I’m not...” She sputtered trying to deny the truth but he just looked at her and she subsided, knowing she’d been caught with her mind in the gutter. Face flushed, she asked him what he’d like to drink.
“I’ll have water, thank you.”
She placed his drink in front of him. “You know Gwyneth is thinking of charging you rent for the stool.”
“Is she really?” He looked around until he found the woman and studied her speculatively. “Interesting concept. I wonder what the going rate would...” His voice trailed off and he stilled.
“What’s the matter?” Tina followed the direction of his gaze. He was staring at the table where Damien and his friend were seated.
Without a word, Stone got to his feet and began to purposely walk towards the two men.
Crap and double crap. Tina watched his progress anxiously, hoping he wasn’t planning on causing trouble. He seemed to have an iron control over his emotions but even iron gave way under the right circumstances. She’d seen enough shifters get into brawls before to know it wasn’t something to be taken lightly. And Gwyneth didn’t allow fighting or spells in her establishment. Lycans and witches were expected to keep their unique abilities under control. Any infractions and you were banned for life.
She gulped at the thought. If Stone was banned, she might never get to see him again!
Ice water, that’s what she needed. She grabbed a jug of it and followed at a distance finally stopping at a nearby table. It was empty and she made a show of clearing it. Exactly what business Stone had with the men, she couldn’t tell. The music was too loud for her to eavesdrop and they stood with their backs to her so lip reading wasn’t possible. Still, she kept half an eye on what was happening. If things looked to be getting out of hand, she was there and ready to douse them with her favourite weapon.
“Smith?”
Reno looked up to see a large Lycan standing beside him. The angle of the light left the man’s face partially shadowed, but his scent was familiar though he couldn’t immediately place it. He rose to his feet as the man spoke again.
“Reno Smith?”
“Yeah, I’m—” Recognition dawned. “Eli? What the hell are you doing here?” Reno extended his hand while trying to assimilate all the facts that raced through his mind. It had been years since he’d seen Stone. They’d been Enforcers together; he just starting his career at Lycan Link while Stone had been on the verge of leaving. They’d worked a few cases together and he’d idly kept track of the man for a while. Initially, the story had been that Stone had set up his own organization but still did some covert work for Lycan Link. Then he dropped off the radar, only rumours of his fate remaining. “I’d heard you were dead!”
“Not yet, though quite a few have tried.” Stone shook his hand. “I’m surprised to see you here. Last I heard you were leading up a pack in the mountains somewhere.”
“Kolding’s Pass. I still work for Lycan Link as a consultant. What about you?” Reno wondered what the