Overwhelmingly Precious [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

knows and trusts with me for the first interview. Someone who can introduce me, so to speak.”
    “You do understand that my family has no respect for me at all because I’m human and my father’s daughter?”
    “But you’re family. They know you. And they accepted your mother back didn’t they?”
    Wynn waited while she took a breath and likely thought some about her answer. She’d made a success of her business. Surely that outweighed any dislike the wolves felt of her father?
    “All right. But not during business hours.”
    Wynn grinned. That was so typical of Quintana. Her business came first. “Not in business hours, no. I was thinking we could leave the mall right after it closes on Sunday, so arriving at the farm maybe five thirty?”
    “Okay. I’ll meet you in the level five parking lot about twenty-five after four. But don’t get your hopes up too high. The Simon family has a very low opinion of my branch of the family.”
    “The Simon family could be in for a shock then when we tell them just how much esteem the Hanson Mall Werewolf pack has for Quintana,” said Keelan firmly.
    “You plan to tell them?” he asked.
    “Hell yes.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Keelan sat in the backseat of the SUV with Quintana, while Georgia sat up front with Wynn and they ran through some of the questions they wanted to ask the leaders of the Simon pack.
    Keelan longed to hold her hand, to massage her tense shoulders, to stroke her thigh, but he instinctively knew she wouldn’t appreciate him touching her, even though Georgia was intent on her conversation and not watching them.
    Just looking at Quintana made him positive her relatives would have to respect her. The clothing she wore was clearly expensive, the fabrics of high quality, and the colors suited her perfectly. Her pants were bottle green and her shirt just a couple of shades lighter. Her shiny brown hair was in an intricate braid, the same one she’d worn when they went to the movies together. Her shoes were black and had low heels. He supposed that was because she had to stand and walk around for a good part of her working day, whereas he tended to sit mostly. He was either on a stool in the back room working on jewelry repairs, or sitting behind the counter doing bookwork. Vaughan did most of the customer service, only referring to him if it was a difficult question. Keelan was really going to miss him once he started school and was only working part-time.
    Quintana jumped out of the car when they reached the farm gate, opening it for them and closing it again behind them. The SUV bounced up a rutted track around the side of a hill and behind a stand of trees to a large, somewhat dilapidated farmhouse, a mass of outbuildings, and a small lake to the side of the property.
    It sure doesn’t look like a prosperous farm, but looks can be deceiving.
    Keelan got out of the car and stretched, using the opportunity to look around some more, but he could see neither crops nor animals. Oh well, it wasn’t his business. He was simply here as a support for Quintana and Wynn.
    A couple of middle-school-aged boys came out of one of the barns and stared at them. Keelan stood back and let the others do the talking, but it was Quintana who spoke first. “Good heavens. Are you Jordan’s son? You look just like I remember him.”
    “Jordan’s my dad. Who are you?” said one of the boys rather rudely, Keelan thought.
    “Quintana Simon. We’re here to meet with the elders. Are they in the front room?”
    “The Alpha is,” answered the other boy.
    “Thank you.” Quintana turned and marched into the house, Wynn and Georgia on her heels, and Keelan followed them.
    There were maybe a dozen people in the front room. Keelan assumed the Alpha was the one with thinning gray hair sitting in a big armchair. Quintana went straight across to an older woman and gave her a hug. “Hi, Mom.”
    Quintana’s mom was shorter than her daughter and looked thin and frail. In fact, all the