would mess it up. As the saying went, if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.
* * * * *
Ketah closed the door behind them, then followed Haven farther into the house. She took him to the living room and placed her purse on the small table at one end of the couch.
She turned to face him. “Take a seat. Would you like a beer? I have a couple of cold ones in the fridge.”
He actually had come to like the taste of beer. And like his werewolf descendants, he could drink enough to get a mortal drunk and not feel it. Ketah hadn’t tested to see how much it would take to get him in that condition, and didn’t plan on ever trying it.
He nodded. “Sure, I’d love a beer.”
“I’ll be back with it in a minute.”
Ketah watched Haven leave the room and took a seat on the couch. He looked around. There was a TV across from where he sat with a couple of framed pictures on top of it. Curious to see if Haven was in any of them, he stood, then walked over to look at them more closely.
The first one was a picture of Haven when she had to be a young teen. The second picture was of her and a woman and a man, who Ketah assumed were her parents. Haven was even younger. From the big smile she wore, he saw she was missing her two front top teeth. He picked up the frame to study the photo. Haven looked a lot like her mother, right down to the same auburn hair and green eyes. Her father’s smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. He also had the looks that a lot of women would find irresistible. And from what Haven had said about him, her father knew it too.
“The reason why I’ve kept that picture out is because it’s the only one where my mom looks really happy,” Haven said as she came to stand beside Ketah.
“You look a lot like her.” He replaced the picture and turned to face Haven.
“Thanks.” She passed him a bottle of beer. “I know I would hate it if I had to look in the mirror every day and see a reminder of my father.”
“You dislike him that much?” Haven crossed over to the couch and sat. Ketah followed her and took the space beside her.
“You could say that,” she said, then took a sip of her beer. “Plus, he’s a touchy subject right now. He’s here in Juneau at the moment, trying to get money out of me, as usual. So far I’ve been able to turn him down, but he won’t give up that easily. He’ll keep coming back until he wears me down, or drives me nuts, and I’ll give him what he wants to get rid of him.”
Ketah didn’t like the sound of that. The man may be Haven’s father, but Ketah still didn’t want him harassing his mate. If her dad came around while he was with her, he’d have a private word with the man and make it perfectly clear he was no longer welcome around Haven. She’d have Ketah and the rest of his pack to be her family. She didn’t need a father who really wasn’t one to be around to upset her.
“Since your dad isn’t something you want to talk about, how long have you worked as a guide at the park?”
Haven smiled. “Three years. I was twenty-one when I first got the job. I’d been going to the glacier since I was in my late teens. I befriended one of the guides and she taught me what I would need to know to become one too. She knew about my family life and I think she took pity on me.”
“Does she still work with you?”
“No. She got married a couple of years ago and now has a beautiful daughter. She’s a stay-at-home mom now. I do talk to her from time to time, though. What about you? Where do you work?”
Ketah took a drink from the bottle of beer he held. “I don’t have a job.”
Haven visibly stiffened. “Oh.”
He realized his mistake from her tone and the way she would no longer meet his gaze. He had to fix it quick or she’d put him in the same class as her father. “I don’t mean that I can’t find work. It’s that I don’t need to.”
His mate looked at him. “So you’re rich or something?”
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