Publicly Exhibited [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Read Free Book Online

suddenly grateful to this man who was a good friend and a damn hard worker.
    “Thanks, Sam.”
    “My pleasure. Enjoy your meal, and if you need anything else just call.”
    “I’ll push the trolley. You hold the elevator,” he told Eilidh. She did, and repeated the process again at the top floor, then got back on the elevator to return to the guest apartment. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased him wickedly.
    “That gives me a hell of a lot of choice.”
    She waggled her fingers at him as the elevator door shut. He buzzed Cadfael’s door, and Cadfael held it wide open for him, so he kept walking, pushing the trolley over to the dining table. The moment he lifted the metal cover off the tray of food, saliva filled his mouth. The steaks smelled amazing. The aroma filled his senses until he was ready to howl with delight. Instead, he stood politely behind one of the chairs and settled Hawthorne into it, before sitting down himself.
    “It seems like we’ve done nothing but eat since we arrived here, and every meal is totally outstanding,” said Willow.
    “I agree. I was going to say each meal is nicer than the last one, but that hardly seems fair to the previous meals because they were amazing as well,” added Hawthorne.
    Rhion watched them talk, their faces mobile and expressive. Willow kept her hands in her lap, or resting on the table, but Hawthorne tended to wave hers around as she spoke. That was cute, but he preferred Willow’s more contained and quiet mannerisms. They were both very special, but Willow was the one he wanted.
    Cadfael lifted four plates with personal chocolate cheesecakes from the lower shelf of the trolley and passed them around. Rhion had remembered to bring his own coffee beans with him this time, and made them all coffee.
    “Coffee and chocolate. Life doesn’t get much better than this,” sighed Willow happily.
    “How much time off work have you been given? Do we need to call up and get it extended?” asked Rhion. He would have preferred to suggest they leave their jobs altogether, and come live with the pack, but not only wasn’t it his place to make such a suggestion, likely it was too soon to speak anyway.
    “I expect my job has disappeared. There’s a man at work who hated that I’d been promoted ahead of him. Likely he’s used my absence to go through my files and tell all the clients to contact him from now on. But, do you know, I don’t think I care. Being forced to run away has made me understand there’s more important things than work,” said Willow.
    “It doesn’t stop me feeling guilty though. You left because of me,” said Hawthorne.
    “No, I left because I chose to. And you left because Bailey made your life impossible. I don’t regret it at all. We’ll sell the house and start a new life somewhere else. Maybe we’ll even change our names.”
    “You could change your last name to Jones. There’s so many of them around that even with an unusual first name, it’d be better camouflage,” said Rhion.
    “Thank you for that idea. Jones would work. Eilidh told us about the rugby players who all had the last name Jones. But we’d have to change our first names as well. They’d make it too easy to find us. There can’t be that many sisters named Willow and Hawthorne around. Maybe we should be Ann and Jane.”
    “Mary and Patty,” suggested Hawthorne.
    “Cindy and Barbie.” Willow giggled.
    The chocolate cheesecake was melt-in-the mouth delicious, but Rhion was more interested in watching Willow. Her movements were restrained and simple, but so graceful. One day soon he wanted to dance with her. He was sure she’d move with confidence and grace. But more important was to encourage them to stay with the pack. He hoped Cadfael had a plan for that because all he could think about was kissing her and he was pretty sure that wouldn’t be smart with her sister standing right beside her.
    “I’ve got some people making enquiries about Mr.