Levi by Bailey Bradford Read Free Book Online Page A

Obviously his stalker wasn’t.
    Outside, Lyndon looked around as casually as possible. He didn’t spot anyone out of place in his first visual sweep, and he’d become somewhat familiar with the town in the past week. Lyndon was observant, had to be to survive, so the fact that he couldn’t find who was watching him was a kick to his pride. As much as he’d like to believe he was just being paranoid, he couldn’t, not when he’d woken up in a nice wooded area in Pennsylvania only to find scat from another cougar not far from where he’d rested. Just in case he might have possibly missed that sign, the other cougar had clawed as many trees as possible, and left a rotting deer carcass at the exact place Lyndon had entered the area.
    The shifter could have attacked him, could have brought this creepy game of cat and mouse to an end. That he hadn’t told Lyndon the guy was really a sick bastard who enjoyed the hunt, enjoyed toying with him. Well, he wasn’t enjoying this one bit, and it would end. Whether that entailed his death or the other shifter’s remained to be seen.
    Lyndon was so lost in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice the cute little blond man getting out of a big black dually pickup. Carelessness like that could cost Lyndon his life. Granted, sometimes he thought he might not care if it did, but those were low moments that usually passed quickly. He’d better get his head on straight and be more alert if he wanted any chance at all with Levi. Don’t even go there. He wouldn’t have me, not now.
    Lyndon scooted to the edge of the sidewalk when the blond headed his way. He glanced into the young man’s pale blue eyes and was struck to find him not only glaring, but veering right into Lyndon’s path—and not looking like he was going to back down or stop. Something eased in his chest, a knot of worry that he’d been found. Whoever this strangere was, Lyndon didn’t think he was the same man who’d hunted him. Was this why he’d felt watched? Lyndon thought it must be, with the way those blue eyes never left him. He wondered what he’d done to attract this man’s attention.
    For whatever reason, he seemed determined to get in Lyndon’s way. Lyndon was both curious and irritated enough to let him. This might be amusing. Lyndon arched a brow at the guy then veered off into a small alley between the miniscule hardware store and a thrift shop. He’d be surprised if the guy had the balls—
    “You’re a dick, you know it?”
    All right, he definitely has more balls than sense. Lyndon figured it was a good thing it was mid-morning, otherwise the lunch crowd—such as it was—would be out and about, and this budding confrontation would be witnessed when he’d rather it not be. Lyndon turned halfway back between the wood-framed buildings and gave him a seething glare. It didn’t seem to faze the man—boy? He looked really young—a bit.
    The blond stalked up to him and thrust a finger in Lyndon’s face. Lyndon couldn’t help but notice the missing parts to a couple of his digits. He cringed before he could catch himself and saw his reaction register in the way the other man’s expression darkened.
    “You’re the gold bastard who was on our property a week ago,” the younger man snarled.
    Lyndon kept very still as the man’s scent finally reached him. If he’d been in cougar form, he’d have noticed it a lot sooner. There was a familiar tang to it that Lyndon recognised as belonging to a shifter, a snow leopard if he wasn’t mistaken. It wasn’t identical to Levi’s, wasn’t the one that still made Lyndon’s dick hard every time he thought about it. Lyndon looked him over, not seeing any resemblance to Levi, and felt his temper rising.
    “Did I mess up your boyfriend?” Lyndon sneered, his mind jumping to what he thought was obviously the correct conclusion.
    “My brother, jackass,” the blond sneered back, thumping Lyndon on the chest for emphasis.
    Obviously the incorrect