Rae, Beverly - Chasing Cally [Night Runner Werewolves 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) by Beverly Rae Read Free Book Online

can see her tonight.” After the way their last time together had ended, he wasn’t so sure. Hopefully, the flowers would help smooth her feathers.
    Fay touched his hand. “She’s a lucky girl. I wish I had guy like you.”
    He slid his hand away from hers. Not that he really thought she was hitting on him, but he didn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression. “You will.”
    She took the hint and picked up the empty nut bowl. “Let’s hope you’re right.” She took another longing look at the flower box and moved away to fill a customer’s order.
    He took a swig. Why wouldn’t Cally invite him to her house? He swiveled around on the barstool, beer in hand. He wasn’t worried. He’d find out soon enough. Until then, he was content just being with her.
    He tapped his foot to the music and scanned the interior of Sadie’s, skimming over the other waitresses until he found her. Her sunshine-colored hair glistened under the lights of the bar as she spoke to a customer and wrote down his order. The shorts she wore accented her shapely bottom, and the green, sparkling top clung to her curves.
    Damn, but she’s beautiful. I’m one lucky man .
    Not every werewolf’s intended mate was attractive. Good looks weren’t necessary. If they were meant to be together, they’d believe each other desirable no matter what their appearance. For a moment he wondered if it might be better if Cally weren’t so hot. Maybe then the men wouldn’t ogle her so much.
    A low growl rumbled in his throat. Take it easy. She doesn’t know what you are. Much less what’s to come . He shifted in his seat and gestured to Fay to pour him another cold one.
    “Hey, stranger. Back already?”
    Even the sound of her voice made his shaft jerk to life. Turning toward her, he rested his back against the bar and grinned. “Yep. I wanted to hear you sing again.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not scheduled to sing tonight.” Her brown eyes saddened. “I’m doing only one dance routine, too. Most of the time I’m waiting on tables.”
    “Seems to me they should use the best they’ve got. Your talent’s wasted schlepping beers instead of entertaining.”
    She brightened at his compliment. “You’re sweet to say so, but it’s okay. This way all the girls get their time in the spotlight.”
    “Girls? What girls? I don’t see anyone but you.” He almost grimaced at the cheesy line even though he’d spoken the truth.
    Cally giggled and laid her hand on his shoulder. He jerked at the shock her touch gave him and noticed she’d done the same. They were true mates, no doubt about it.
    “Are those for me?” Her gaze slid to the box.
    “Who else?” He offered them to her. “I wanted to make up for hassling you about going to your place.”
    She pulled the red bow and opened the box. After sniffing the roses, she handed the flowers to Fay, asking her to put them safely under the bar. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted so badly.”
    “Then we’re good?”
    “Yeah. We’re good.”
    “Great. Then if you’re not doing anything after work, would you like to grab a cup of coffee at the diner?”
    He hated going into Lost Hills, but maybe if she got used to going somewhere other than Roxy’s she’d loosen up and take him to her home.
    Sheesh, I feel like a lovesick kid. Lovesick, sure. But a kid? Hell no. No kid ever had thoughts like mine. He lingered on her breasts before sliding his gaze down then back up.
    She leaned closer to feather a kiss on his cheek. “I’d like to. Really. But I, uh, I can’t.”
    He couldn’t have felt worse if she’d kneed him in the balls. “Got a hot date or something?” he joked.
    “Kind of.”
    What? She couldn’t be serious. Not after the week they’d shared. His mind stalled, unable to think straight. “Are you kidding?”
    She darted her gaze to the side as though checking the crowd. “I’m sorry. I just can’t make it tonight.” Music signaled the start of a dance routine.