Page 19 of Chasing Savannah
Chapter 7
Once again Savannah stood on Laura’s doorstep, food in hand. She had a mission, one she’d executed poorly the other night, let Charlotte tell. Not that she could blame her cousin. She really hadn’t gotten much information out of Carlos, or Derrick. This morning she would do better. She planned to use coffee and donuts from her favorite café to bribe her new friend into giving her information.
Theo answered the door in jogging pants and a tank top, his hair wet and slicked back from his face. Tattoos she’d never noticed before covered his muscular arms down to a few inches before his wrist. She realized she’d never seen him without a long sleeved shirt.
He raised an eyebrow. His green eyes sparkled with curiosity. “You’ve got negotiation all over your face this morning, Ms. Landry.”
She held up the donuts and waved them under his nose. “I come for information, hopefully that doesn’t require much negotiation.”
“The donuts help,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
He moved back to allow her entrance into the house. Laura shuffled into the kitchen, her curly hair all over the place, a fuzzy robe with dancing t-rexes, loosely tied.
“How in the world is your hair so nice, so early in the morning?” she groused.
Savi shook her head from side to side and laughed as her straightened hair tousled, then settled back into place. “Umm, black women sleep in a scarf for a reason. Keeps our hair from becoming the nest you got on top of your head.”
“Luckily you brought coffee or I would be offended.” Laura grabbed a cup and brushed a kiss across her cheek.
“I also brought donuts.” She wiggled the bag.
“Hmm, sounds like a bribe.” Laura sipped out of her cup.
“I came to get the tea on your brother.”
Laura’s eyebrows shot up and she choked on her coffee. Theo laughed and patted her back.
“This should be good.” He leaned forward on the counter and grabbed the second cup.
She put the donuts on their kitchen island. “It’s nothing like that.”
She’d fantasized and dreamt about both men over the past two nights, but they didn’t need to know that.
“Well, what’s it like then?” Laura sat on a stool next to her.
“I just want to know if he’s here to stay. I know he’s an Alpha, but is he a Felix?”
Theo nodded.
“Well, I talked to my grandfather last night and—”
It was Theo’s turn to choke. Coffee spilled down the front of his shirt. “So Felix Jeremiah is your grandfather, then?”
“You know my grandfathers?”
“Grandfathers?” Laura inquired.
“My grandparents are in a Tribond,” she said off hand. If Theo knew her grandparents, then he would have information about the prowls merging.
“I’ve been here three months, back and forth for negotiations, why haven’t I seen you on prowl land?”
“I don’t…” she waved a hand. “That’s not important.”
“I know it’s early in the morning, but I’m lost.” Laura grumbled.
“So, you don’t participate in prowl gatherings?” Theo narrowed his eyes, speculation all over his face.
She sighed, she would give them information if it meant they would return the exchange. “I’m latent, remember? My father is human, and my mother isn’t a person that likes the politics of prowl life, so I haven’t been to a meeting or gathering since I was fourteen.”
