Page 44 of Fastlander Phoenix

“Only red flames for you, dickbag,” Wreck deadpanned to Owen.

“Rude,” Owen said, reaching for one of the coffees his mate had brought out.

“This isn’t for you. You’ve already had two cups, and I physically cannot handle another one of your dad jokes this morning. I’m tired. You’re cut off from caffeine. This is for Timber.” Silver carefully made her way down the stairs, and twitched her chin at Wreck. “Go on, kiss her goodbye. You’re going to be late for work.”

“Are you…are you trying to get rid of me?” he asked in a confused tone.

“Technically we’ve been trying to get rid of you since the day Damon made Gunner initiate you,” Captain called. Oh God, all of the Fastlanders were filtering out of their homes. Even Ace was holding the door open for his mate, Corey.

The sound of tents unzipping in the woods made her heart drop. “Does no one sleep around here?” she asked Silver.

The pretty woman handed her a mug of coffee. The mug readDon’t talk to me until this is empty.Ha.

“Um, not when we’re all traumatized from Wreck trying to burn everything to the ground. The animal sides are already riled up. Plus, this place stinks of magic. The girls and I don’t have to be in to work until later. We were going to hit up some garage sales and consignment stores today, if you want to go with us.”

“Um, I probably need a shower and…you know…um, thank you for the coffee.” She sniffed it. “Pumpkin spice creamer?”

“The human can smell!” Silver announced to the others.

The heat in Timber’s cheeks could probably rival Wreck’s core temperature right now.

“You don’t have to get roped into whatever they’re doing,” Wreck muttered.

“Well, actually I don’t have any clients scheduled for today. And your house could use some décor. And I could use a girl-date. Plus, it would be a nice distraction from that party invite.”

He frowned. “What party invite?”

“I told you about it. Didn’t I?”

He shook his head.

“Oh. Ha.” She traced the lettering on the mug and shifted her weight. “Um, my mom sent me an email invite to Brandon’s birthday party.”

“Your mother invited you to your ex-boyfriend’s birthday party.”

“They’re throwing him the party.” She let off a nervous laugh and looked over at Silver, but her eyes had gone a bright gold.

“Your mom sounds like a twat, no offense to twats.”

Timber snorted a laugh, and coughed to cover it up. “I’m betting my parents have caught wind of me dating someone new.”

“How?” Wreck asked.

“I told my sister about you. They’ll be trying to bring me back in line. This is their pattern.”

“Mmm,” Wreck said. His eyes were brightening up, and the air around him felt hotter and heavier. “What time is the party?”

“Doesn’t matter—”

“What time?”

She heaved a sigh, regretting having said anything. “Seven, tonight. It’s at a bar.”

Wreck grinned. “Good. Silver, can you take her shopping for something hot to wear tonight?”

“Only if you give me your credit card,” Silver deadpanned.

Wreck had already been reaching into his back pocket. “Put any décor you like on this, too,” he murmured, handing Timber the card.

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