Rae, Beverly - Saving Mandy [Night Runner Werewolves 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) by Beverly Rae Read Free Book Online Page A

for the zipper.”
    The musical tone of her cell phone started the moment she pulled the flaps of his jeans wide. She groaned and started to reach for her purse resting on the nightstand.
    “Don’t answer it.” His voice was husky, filled with need.
    She nodded then started tugging his jeans over his firm, round buttocks. Again, she paused, unable to ignore the incessant music. “I have to get that. It might be my mother.”
    Sighing, she twisted, grabbed for her purse, and then fished in her bag. Jimmy finished the job she’d started by shucking his jeans off then twirling them once before he hurled them into the air.
    She giggled then punched the answer button. “Mom?”
    “Mandy, where the hell are you?”
    Decker.
    Guilt hit her, draining the desire from her. Why hadn’t she checked the caller ID first? She put a finger to her lips, widened her eyes, and hope Jimmy would get the message. “Um, I’m on vacation.”
    Jimmy grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her toward him, but she yanked her arm away. Grabbing her skirt to hold over her naked body, she covered the mouthpiece then hurried off the bed, shaking her head for him to leave her alone.
    “You went to Lost Hills, didn’t you? I thought we decided going to see your father was a bad idea.”
    Decker’s tone was level, cold, and unemotional which meant his temper was at the breaking point. If only she hadn’t answered the phone.
    “No. We didn’t decide anything. You did. I never said I wasn’t going.”
    Jimmy came to her, slipping his jeans over the rise of his buttocks and raising his hands in question. She waved him off, unable to respond when her hands were full with Decker. Jimmy had to keep quiet. If Decker heard him, he’d arrive by morning.
    “Damn it, Mandy. You didn’t even let me know you’d left town. I had to find out from your mother.”
    “I know, and I’m sorry.”
    “Well, what’s done is done. I’ll get there as soon as I—”
    “Decker, I don’t want you coming here.”
    Jimmy narrowed his eyes and mouthed his question. “Who’s Decker?”
    She ignored him. “Hang on a sec, okay?”
    She had to get Jimmy out of the room both to keep him from saying anything and to keep her conversation with Decker private. Motioning for him to go, she held the phone to her chest and pulled the door open.
    His confused expression ripped her apart, but she could explain later. Providing he gave her the chance. She watched as he gathered his boots and shirt, and hoped he’d see how sorry she was. He kissed her on the cheek then left the room, glancing back once before she shut the door and returned to the call.
    “What’s going on? Where exactly are you? I didn’t think the town was big enough for a hotel.”
    Decker wasn’t going to let this go. His perseverance was one of the things she both liked and disliked about him. The man could be like a dog with a bone.
    “You’re right. It’s not.” She cringed. She couldn’t tell him where she was. He’d never understand her staying with strangers, especially a bunch of men. And who could blame him? But what other option did she have? She wouldn’t leave town. Not yet. Not without trying again to talk to her father.
    “Then where are you staying?”
    The hard edge of his tone, one she’d heard seep into his voice too many times in the past few weeks, set her on edge. “I’m staying with my father.”
    Liar, liar. Pants on fire.
    The silence on the other end of the phone unnerved her. He didn’t believe her. But then why should he when it was a lie? Sometimes she wished she was a better liar.
    “So you and your father are getting along?” Suspicion laced his words.
    “Yeah. We’re doing okay.” She bit her lower lip. Lies and more lies. But what else could she do?
    “Good. I’m happy for you.”
    Aw, crap. Did he have to be sweet about it? “Thanks. So you see, you don’t have any reason to come here. In fact, it might be better. You know. My father and I need some