Crap.
Jade didn’t notice Graham at first and greeted our friend. “Hey, Maya.”
“Hey!” Maya threw way too much enthusiasm into her voice as she spun toward Jade. She made a frantic gesture behind her back, clearly telling Graham to hide.
He didn’t move.
Maybe he didn’t understand what she was trying to say.
Jade tried to step past Maya, but Maya stepped with her, blocking her out.
“Stella’s in the bathroom. She’s sick,” Maya said quickly.
“Is that why she’s not answering my messages?”
“Yeah. If she’s not feeling better soon, I’ll have to take her to the hospital. The one out in Moon Ridge.”
Jade’s forehead creased. “Why would you need to go that far?”
“The one here is out of network for her health insurance.”
“No it’s not. We have the same insurance,” Jade argued.
She tried again to step past Maya.
Maya blocked her at the last second, once again gesturing violently behind her back.
Graham finally got the memo and dropped to his hands and knees. The couch blocked him and my wolf from Jade’s sight.
Furball met his gaze. His expression was slightly amused.
Maya threw out a few more bullshit excuses before she managed to step outside and lock the door behind her, keeping Jade out.
I knew my friend was going to assume I was on drugs. That was what she’d figured with Abby. It was the most logical explanation for the weirdness going on when werewolves were involved.
She definitely wasn’t just going to leave things alone if she believed I was sick, and in Moon Ridge.
That was a problem for another day, though. A day when I could actually do something to help.
My wolf licked Graham’s face, earning a small smile from the man. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, Furball.”
She nodded.
There was no denying that I was swamped at the moment. He probably thought that was the only reason my place was such a mess, but he was wrong. It always looked like that.
I wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but it was what it was.
After making some pasta from the infinite stash in my pantry, Graham spent all afternoon and evening filling my orders. He was slow at first, but he hadn’t lied to Jade about remembering how to do it. He did everything perfectly, and by the time night set in, he’d gotten just as fast as I was.
There was still a massive pile of work to do when my wolf forced the guy to my bed. He dropped his pants and boxers before he collapsed on the mattress unceremoniously, mumbling something about paint before he fell asleep.
I didn’t know what the pajama pants were for, if he slept naked.
Guess I’d ask if my wolf ever decided to bite him.
Furball snuggled up with his stupidly gorgeous body and spent the night staring at him like an ultimate creep.
Somehow, the time still passed quickly.
