shoulders.
“Send Mac and Satcha to the ambassador as his replacements. Tell the old fox one bodyguard is on the house. I’m going to dinner. I will go over all the new contacts tomorrow.” Rhys strode to the door, his hand on the knob.
“One more thing,” Myka said, stopping him. “A new wolf has arrived in town. I believe its Wallis.”
“Get Roman on the phone.” Rhys spoke low. “Now!” The last word exploded past his lips.
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Fre tumbled over onto her side. She stretched, pushing her arms high above her, pointing her toes, and scissor-kicking her legs. A groan escaped through her lips from the friction her thighs created. Her legs felt sticky from her love play with Rhys. A slight tingle lingered in her pussy; she rolled onto her back. Staring at the ceiling, Fre debated. She hadn’t eaten since the day before but her playmate had ignited a fire that was banking low. She chewed on the inside of her cheek while she argued with herself. When the sound of her belly rumbled loud enough for her to lift her head and make sure she was indeed alone in the room, she decided.
She patted her stomach and sat up. A quick wash off and she would go in search of food. Fre rose and headed to the bathroom. Her stomach grumbled again and she sped up, quickly throwing on her clothes, eager to 36
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Fre jogged down the stairs, her steps quiet on the carpeted surface.
She stepped onto the marble floor of the foyer and jumped when someone roared “Now!” She leaned around the newel post of the banister and looked down the dark hallway. The inn was now eerily quiet. A feeling of foreboding slithered down her spine. She was reminded of the way the woods around her cabin would go silent when there was a predator in the area. Fre straightened and jerked back when something tugged at the hem of her shirt.
“Hi.” A child’s voice floated up to her.
“Hello there.” She looked down into the big, bright blue eyes of the child she’d seen from the window. Fre glanced around to see if anyone was watching the child.
“Don’t worry. That’s just Daddy. Someone must have made him mad.” The boy’s voice held a note of indifference.
“Really.” Fre shook her head in understanding. “I imagine that happens sometimes. What’s your name?”
“My name is Keen.” He smiled exposing the large gap of two missing front teeth.
“My name is Nefertiti but you can call me Fre.” She thrust out a hand.
Keen wrapped his small fingers around hers and pumped his arm once. He burst into giggles. Fre squatted to talk to Keen on his level.
“So, Keen, can you tell me where I can get something to eat around here?” She smiled
“I can show you the kitchen. That’s where I eat.”
“I’m sure it’s a very nice kitchen but is there a place somewhere for me to eat, like a restaurant.”
“Uncle Myka takes me to a restaurant for chicken nuggets.”
“Sounds like a great place.” Fre reached into her pocket for her keys and realized she left them in her room. “Dammit.” Keen laughed loudly. “You sound like my daddy.”
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“Why?”
“Well I would like to go to town and get some of those nuggets you were talking about.”
“Oh. I can show you a shortcut into town.”
“That would be fantastic, Keen.” She reached out to tickle him and chuckled with him as he chortled and squirmed. Fre pulled her hand back.
“Don’t you have to tell someone you’re leaving? Like your mommy or daddy?”
He shrugged. “Daddy is in a meeting.” Keen leaned in and whispered.
“Never disturb daddy when he is in a meeting.” He nodded his head solemnly. “I don’t have a mommy, and I don’t think Lori likes me very much.”
“Who’s Lori?”
“She’s my nanny.” He cast his eyes down and kicked the floor.
Fre rose and patted her back pocket to make sure she’d transferred her tips
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