Page 3 of Her Shifter Pack

I gasped and pressed my fist to my lips, blowing on the aching knuckles. “Shit.”

“Lexie! What the hell have you done?” My boss stood in the kitchen serving area, staring wide-eyed at the scene.

I sprinted for the counter and rounded the wooden bench. “Oh, shit.”

“You stupid girl!” he yelled, as he ran from the kitchen and into the dining area.

I didn’t stop to ask about my last two weeks’ pay, I just grabbed my bag and ran for the exit. My damn temper always got me in trouble. This wasn’t the first job I’d lost because I’d struck a customer who tried to manhandle me, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

I pushed open the glass door, the bells tinkling above my head. When I glanced back, I saw my boss lifting the guy back to a seated position, his angry gaze landing on me.

He lifted his arm and flicked his hand. “Get out of here. And don’t you ever show your face here again.”

I groaned as I rushed out the door and straight into the chest of a man mountain. “Holy shit. I’m so sorry.” Then I looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen.

I stumbled back, gaping at his gorgeous face.My heart pounded in my chest just looking at him.

He reached out for me, grabbing my arms to steady me. “Whoa there, you okay?”

A frisson of electricity sizzled through my body like I’d touched an electrified fence.

I shivered at the feeling, liking it and yet finding it strangely uncomfortable all at the same time.

His reaction was a lot more intense than mine. He staggered sideways, reaching out for the glass window to my left to steady himself.

“Hey, Ollie, you all right?” A deep, sexy voice called out from further down the street.

Another man headed toward us, even more handsome than the first, if that was possible. But he was different to the man I’d run into. Bigger. Broader. Dark, where the first man was light.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him. He just...” I was about to explain to the second man that the first one had zapped me, but the door to the diner flung open and the big bear that I’d punched stood in the doorway glaring at me.

The left side of his face was red and swelling. “Get back here!”

I didn’t stop to find out what he wanted from me. Would he punch me back? Call the cops? Haul me down to the police station himself? Probably.

Shit!

I had to go. But, as I took a step back, my heart called out to stay. To speak to the two men staring at me as though they’d never seen a woman before.

Fear won out, and the adrenaline pumping through my veins had me turning away from all the men who were staring at me and running down the street.

“Just go. Keep going, and don’t look back,” I chanted to myself, my feet beating against the pavement in time with the rapid tattoo of my heart.

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