Page 40 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

“Then company,” he insisted, tagging along to the barn.

“Don’t you have better things to do?”

“I thought we could get to know each other better.”

“Why?” she rudely asked.

“Well, you are dating my cousin.” A sound reason, yet something niggled. Frank appeared smug and nervous at the same time.

As they strode into the barn, she reached for the light switch and flipped it. Nothing came on.

“Power’s out,” she noted.

“Probably a breaker.”

She opened the doors wide to give herself as much daylight as possible and noticed Frank’s grimace at the pungent scent of animal. It didn’t bother her. Everyone and everything had a smell. That of a horse was a lot more natural than whatever godawful cologne Frank wore.

As she grabbed the first bucket and filled it, Frank felt a need to make conversation.

“How’s things with you and Derek?”

“None of your business.”

“Just looking out for my coz.”

“Are you? Because the way I hear it you tend to butt heads more often than not.”

“I think it’s because he can’t handle my success.”

Athena snorted. “Pretty sure that’s not it.” Then, because she hoped to make him leave, added, “I hear it’s because you have a thing for making passes at his girlfriends.”

“Is it my fault they throw themselves at me?”

“I highly doubt that,” she muttered.

“Not my fault I’m so good-looking and well-endowed.”

Wait, had he actually said that?

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Bless your heart for thinking that, but I can tell you right now who the bigger man is.” In more than one way.

He didn’t appreciate her reply, judging by his scowl. “How long you planning to hide out on the farm?”

“Who says I’m hiding?”

“Please. We both know you don’t belong out here. You’ve got city written all over you.”

She hung the bucket on the hook for the mare before turning to retort, “I was born and raised on a farm.”

“And left it.”

“I did, but not because I hated it.” She couldn’t have said why she wanted to argue with Frank, other than he just grated on every single one of her nerves.

“So, you’re not hiding?” he insisted.

“Why would you think I am?”

“Because a little birdie might have told me there’s a bounty out on your head.”

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