river of black grease into the grease trough, the answer became clear.
Moonlight Diner needed to be sold.
How long would it take? Moonlight was a pretty rural town, but it received a healthy
flow of tourists. Time on the market would probably depend on the price. Hopefully, a
pack member would grab it up. He closed his eyes and grimaced as he anticipated laying
his decision on Dad. The man would curse him from one end of Florida to another.
When the kitchen door swung open, he caught his breath at the sight of Curtis. The
guy had lousy timing for settling scores. Alan felt tired enough to collapse into the grease
bucket.
“Rough day?” Curtis asked.
The man’s casual tone didn’t fool him. He reeked of aggression, and his arm muscles
looked tenser than iron as he rocked on his heels. The prom fight loomed between them
like a third person in the room. Alan’s beast couldn’t forget the coppery tang of the
man’s blood scent or the shape of his bones.
Maybe if he played nice, his old rival would go away and leave him alone.
“Yeah.” Alan emptied the grease container into a bucket and grabbed the grill’s
cleaning brick. “Running a diner isn’t easy. I don’t know how Dad did it for so many
years.”
“Ready to throw in the towel already, eh?” Curtis shot him one of his killer smiles.
Not a single snaggly tooth in his whole mouth. “Have you made plans for the place?”
Alan hesitated, but his decision would be common knowledge soon enough. Maybe
Curtis himself would buy it. Why did an image of him and Shelley working here side by
side twist his gut so hard?
“If Dad agrees, I want to sell it now.” Alan scoured the grill with the brick, channeling
his tension into the sweeping motions of his hands. “Spread the word to the rest of the
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pack.”
He’d start there out of courtesy, but he’d make it public, if necessary.
Curtis’s blue eyes lit up. “Will do. I gather you’ll be leaving again?”
Alan nodded. “Once everything is settled here. I’ll be back for the….” Salty heat flared
behind his eyes because he couldn’t say the word. Funeral. As irritating as Dad had
acted today, Alan couldn’t deny the rightness of being close to kin. And his mate.
“Of course,” Curtis replied. So, why didn’t he leave?
“Anything else on your mind?” Alan rinsed the brick. “I’m kind of busy here and tired
as hell.”
“Yeah, one more thing.” Aggression poured off his rival in waves as he stalked closer
to the grill. “While you’re here, stay away from Shelley.”
The beast in Alan stirred, wanting to punch the insolent expression off his face. It
didn’t much like being ordered around. Instead, he squeezed the cleaning brick,
pretending the man’s neck lay in its place. Although tempted to fling the rejected
marriage proposal at him, too, he wasn’t looking for a fight tonight.
“I intend to.”
If Curtis felt so determined to mark his territory, why didn’t he urinate in a circle
around her? The image made Alan grin and forget his anger.
“Have a good night,” the guy told him before he left the kitchen.
Have a good night? Maybe they’d both grown up. Being on the same side this time
helped. If Alan decided to stay here and claim his mate, though, he’d definitely have a
fight on his hands.
***
Shelley pulled into Moonlight Diner’s parking lot the next morning. Dread and
excitement filled her belly when she noticed Alan’s rental car was the only other one
here. At least Curtis didn’t attack him after she’d rejected his proposal. Everyone had
matured.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she walked inside and discovered Alan
really was alone. The ripe aroma of peppers filled the air as he cut them. When she set
down a crate of oranges on the counter, he dropped the knife.
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The clothes he wore must have been his own because they fit perfectly. The light-blue
tank top hugged his chest the way she longed to.