Page 9 of Warlander Beast Cat

“What moment?” Cadence whisper-screamed.

“The one where I caught you thinking about wieners.” Willa grinned.

Cadence would quit right here and right now if she didn’t love this job so damn much.

“I brought you this,” Willa whispered, placing a plastic package into her hands.

Cadence blinked hard and prayed she was just imagining the six-pack of high-waisted cotton panties in her hands.

“They’re granny panties,” Willa whispered. “Festive colors. These will secure the wiener you want. I looked at your butt, and you look like a size medium. Did I guess it right?”

“Yeeeeees, but I really don’t need these.”

She tried to give them back, but Willa refused and held up another pack in 2XL. “I got some for Landon too.”

Cadence took a full fifteen seconds to be able to coherently speak English words again. “I don’t mean to be rude, boss lady, but Landon will hate those.”

“Oh, I know. I’m trying to get him to quit.” She pointed to the middle pair. “Wear the red ones first.” The red ones in question had cartoon cats printed on them.

“Who do you think I’m trying to seduce?” she called after Willa as she scurried toward the door.

“Whoever you want! Those panties will get you any straight pecker you want. Trust me.”

Cadence rubbed her eyes and prayed for a crack in the earth to open up and swallow her whole.

Her boss had just gifted her the most unflattering pack of panties she’d ever seen. Even the model on the front of the package looked like she had questions.

Today was shaping up to be the weirdest day of her life.

“Don’t forget to call Kru!” Willa ordered over her shoulder.

Cadence pursed her lips into an empty smile.

And there it was.

Today just kept getting better and better.

Chapter Three

“Dude, your phone’s ringing.”

Kru ignored the rookie tree-faller.

“Kru!” Dante called from up the hillside.

Kru shook his head and cursed forgetting to charge his headphones today so he could drown all these motherfuckers’ voices out with some heavy metal.

“Dude! Your phone is ringing off the hook! You’re killin’ our work mojo. Silence it!”

Kru snarled and ripped off his protective earmuffs. “Ignore it!”

“It’s been ringing for fifteen minutes!” Dante yelled. “It’s messing with my senses! Just turn it off, or hell, throw it in the river for all I care!”

Kru was already marching past him, chainsaw handle clenched in his fist. “Get back to work!”

He hopped over a felled tree and yanked his phone from the pocket of his discarded flannel, which was draped across a log. Cadence’s name was on the screen under missed calls. She’d called four times.

Oh shit, someone in the Crew must’ve been dying. He connected a call to her and waited as the phone rang.

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