Page 27 of Virgin for Next Door Wolf Daddy
“What happened?”
Sebastian told Rory about Sallie’s visit. “I’m still scarred and might be for life. I’m afraid that the next time I see either one of them, I’m going to hurt feelings.”
Fine.” Rory laughed.
He arrived half an hour later. Sebastian called in Adam, who was a pro at finding people who didn’t necessarily want to be found.
“My client, Layne Giles, killed the drug user that sold drugs to Layne’s daughter, Denise. She overdosed on those drugs. Layne swears that he simply wanted to talk to the man, but the dealer threw the first punch and came in for a second. Layne threw a single punch straight into the man’s throat. He died there in the streets. There were witnesses. He only knows the street name of one of the witnesses but gave decent descriptions of them.”
Rory passed the file to Adam who asked, “Where?”
“Santa Fe.”
“On it,” Adam said, taking the file and leaving.
“He doesn’t say much, does he?”
Sebastian shook his head. “Nope. He’s worked for me since I started the company, and I think he might have said twenty words in total. But he gets the job done.”
“That’s all that counts,” Rory said. “Now that business is out of the way, you and Talia seemed very cozy at the picnic. The magnetism between the two of you was almost tangible. Even when you two weren’t right next to each other, the connection was obvious.”
“There could be something there. We had sex the other night. It was different than anything I’ve had with other women,” he admitted. “I’m not ready to say fated mates. However, I do have strong feelings for her.”
“It’s a start,” Rory said. “That’s where I started with Savvy. It’s not a race and part of the fun and excitement is the getting to know each other aspect of the relationship.”
Sebastian grinned. “We’re working on that.”
11
Talia
Talia spent Sunday cleaning the house, working on lesson plans, and making a couple of casseroles that she could freeze for lunches. The first few days at school were great. All of her lessons went off without a hitch. She was slowly learning the names of the students. The staff was welcoming. Best of all, there hadn’t been any sign of Joe Ellis.
She was excited to see Sebastian’s truck parked in his driveway when she got home Thursday night. Talia wondered whether she should knock on his door and welcome him home or if that would make her seem too desperate. She was well aware that he was afraid that she would attach too much importance to them having sex when she was still a virgin, regardless of her assurances that she wouldn’t.
Sighing heavily, she went inside and dropped her briefcase full of papers to grade and her computer in her room and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Talia hadn’t ever been in a real relationship besides Darius, and he didn’t count. It wasn’t a real relationship.
I don’t even know if we’re in a relationship. We slept together and had sex. I made him breakfast, but that was just a slumber party with an advanced version of Spin the Bottle.
She laughed at her own joke. Luckily, her problem was solved by a knock on the door.
“Hello, stranger. Welcome back,” she said, standing aside, letting him in.
“Thank you. It’s good to be home. I wondered if you wanted to go for a run, and then I’ll have dinner delivered. I was thinking Indian food.”
“Sounds perfect to me. I was getting a little tired of eating leftovers.”
He couldn’t talk about the mission he had been on, so she told stories about the projects she had going on at school. The STEM students were making bridges out of limited supplies. They had to hold the weight of three Matchbox cars and span a foot over a fake river. Students in one class were working in groups to create a replica of the solar system, and one of the kiddos managed to dump orange paint all over herself.
“It was on her clothes, in his hair, and all over her face. Her hands, hair, and face will wash. I’m afraid that her clothes will be a wearable art project.”
He laughed at her stories, and they were soon at the shifting spot on the mountain. Talia made no secret of watching him undress.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
“Yes. You are a work of art all by yourself,” she said as she quickly shed her clothes and shifted.
The run was invigorating, and as always, Talia felt the stress drain from her body as she ran. She loved being human, but there was a primal delight that came from being in her wolf form.
