Page 17 of Reclaiming Home

“Brodie!” I called out as I got to the porch.

He peered out of the barn. “Yeah?”

“Can I borrow you for five minutes?”

He peered back inside, then briskly strode across the yard. He was fucking gorgeous and I kind of hated that a little. I wasn’t sure what my sister wanted to do, but leaving this place and Brodie behind made me feel itchy already.

“What is it?” His eyes widened a bit as he took in my offerings. “Oh. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Got to keep the Alpha strong,” I quipped, then wanted to facepalm.

Another car, this time a cruiser from the Sheriff’s Department, rolled into the yard.

“Should I move my car?” I asked as I realized how little space there was left.

“That’s a good idea. Could you?” Brodie bit into the sandwich and made a happy sound.

“Of course. Give me a second.”

I grabbed my keys from my jacket pocket and pulled on my shoes, then jogged to the sedan.

A handsome older guy who I thought was likely either the actual Sheriff or the deputy they called the Sheriff—not confusing at all—got out of the cruiser as I got into my car.

That didn’t start.

I tried again. Still nothing. I opened the door and groaned.

“Doesn’t start?” The Sheriff asked.

“Nope. I think it finally kicked the bucket or something.”

“Were you trying to move it?”

“Yeah, out of everyone’s way. I thought I’d back it to the side of the house.”

He smiled at me, looking a bit like a movie star. “Put it on neutral and stay in the car to steer. Brodie and I will push it.”

“Okay, sure.”

Brodie walked down the steps, having heard us with his wolfy hearing. “Ready?” he asked me.

“Yup!” Even with the door closed, he could hear me and smiled slightly.

Each of them grabbed a front corner and pushed the sedan as if it didn’t weigh a thing. “Holy shit!” I gaped at them, barely remembering to steer. Once the car was where we wanted it and they straightened their backs, glancing at each other in wolfy solidarity or something, I grumbled, “Werewolf strength. Ugh.” I’d already felt inadequate enough while moving the couches with Brodie.

“What was that?” Brodie asked when I got out of the car.

“What?” I blinked at him innocently.

Sheriff Drumm chuckled. “I’m gonna head in to see where they’re at,” he told Brodie.

“Did you already wolf down your sandwich?”

Brodie squinted at me. “Yeah, why?”

“That was fast. We need to make sure you’re fed.” Then I realized my phrasing and snickered. “Wolfed down.”

Brodie rolled his eyes so hard I was surprised they didn’t get stuck backwards, but I could see a hint of a smile when he turned around to follow the sheriff.

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