Page 6 of Wolf's Son
Now, I didn’t have anything else to do for charity events or whatnot for at least a month. This part I’m thankful for, but I still have to deal with the intolerable dinners Izaiah forces me to go to.
I should really get out of here and go into my studio. It would be good for me to get out there and lose myself in something other than documentaries.
Climbing out of my comfy chair, I make my way to the kitchen, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and head out the back door. I didn’t even bother grabbing my phone to bring with me.
I simply didn’t want to be bothered. Not with anything.
Outside, I cross the yard to my studio and step inside. I flip the music on. Immediately, Theory of a Deadman starts playing with “Angel”. I wasn’t in the mood for my art. I felt like dancing, and that’s what I was going to do. Making sure all my supplies were intheir proper places, I start off slow, moving through the middle of the space spinning and twirling. I kick my leg out and flip it up toward my head. I spin, leap, twirl, song after song. I don’t stop.
I don’t even pay attention to the fact the music is loud. I didn’t care.
To hell with anyone.
“You do realize you have neighbors, don’t you?”
The loud booming voice takes the place of the music, catching me off guard and causing me to stumble. Pivoting to face the man with the booming voice, I see it’s Wolf.
Oh no.
I did it again.
“I’m so sorry,” I stammer, feeling my face heating up at the sight of the man standing there, annoyance clear in his expression. “I didn’t even think. I should’ve turned the music down. I won’t forget again.”
Wolf cocks a brow and watches me closely. “You got good taste in music.”
He catches me by surprise with his words. They weren’t filled with the annoyance that I’d seen when the music was first cut off and I found him standing in my doorway.
“Thanks.” Crossing the room to where I keep a mini fridge, I pull out a bottle of water. While staringat him, I take a couple of sips before pulling the bottle from my lips. “I’ll do better at keeping in mind the volume from now on.”
Nodding, Wolf doesn’t take his eyes off me. “Appreciate it. Kid’s a light sleeper. Doesn’t have the best sleep schedule yet, so . . .”
“How old is your?—”
“He’s just over a month old,” he answers before I can finish asking.
Oh. My. God. Neighbor hottie has a tiny baby.
“I’ll be mindful. I didn’t know,” I tell him, sounding like an idiot.
Of course, I didn’t know because I didn’t see or ask.I just assumed when I shouldn’t have. I mean he didn’t tell me that he had a baby, just a kid. That’s a wide range of time frame for age.
Also, the last time I spoke to him, it wasn’t even really speaking. It was him telling me to turn the music down and walking away.
“You’re a good dancer.”
Oh hell.
He saw me dancing.
Not good. Alert. Alert. Alert.
I need to get him out of here, then run and hide where no one can see me.
“Ugh, thanks,” I manage to say, hoping my cheeks aren’t a bright red. “Um, I . . . ugh, youshould probably get back to your son. I won’t turn the music up again. In fact, I need to get in the house and figure out something for dinner anyway.”
Wolf stares at me for another moment before smirking and stepping back. “I’ll let you get to it then.” He stops just before fully exiting my studio. “If you want, you could come by sometime and meet Kale.”
I blink and blink again. He just suggested I come and meet his son sometime. He can’t be serious.
