Page 63 of Love Notes and Late Nights
“I was pissed. He thinks I’m not good enough for you.” Harris didn’t want to tell Wolf that Ethan thought he couldn’t handle Wolf’s emotional scars, because the guy was dead fucking wrong.
The corner of Wolf’s mouth curled into a smile. “Yeah. He’s protective like that. I’ve known him since we were five years old, and we’ve been through it all. Together. He’s seen shit that would have sent most people running, but he never left my side.”Wolf leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and stared at the ground before looking up at Harris. “We’re connected by something stronger than blood.”
Harris knew those two had an inseparable bond but was only realizing how deep it ran these last few days.
Wolf placed his hand on Harris’ knee. “I’ll talk to him.”
They walked back through the festival and browsed some of the vendor tables. Wolf stopped to look at a heavy chain with a skull and crossbones and picked it up to admire it, then placed it over his head.
“It’s you,” Harris joked, knowing it was far from anything Wolf would ever wear.
“It is,” a pretty girl agreed. “She smiled up at Wolf and stepped closer to look at the piece. “I like it. You should buy it.”
“Thanks,” Wolf replied. “Are you one of the sellers at this table?”
“No. I was just browsing and liked the way the pendant and chain looks on you. I’m Cathy.” She smiled brightly as she waited for Wolf’s reply.
“Hi. I’m . . . Snake.”
Harris turned away and held in a laugh at the fake name.
“I bet you have a snake tattoo,” she said.
“Sure do,” Wolf replied. “But I can’t show it to you, or I’ll get arrested for indecent exposure.”
Cathy giggled. “Maybe you can show it to me later.”
“I’d love to.”
Harris had to turn away again at the ridiculous flirting going on between “Snake” and this girl. When he turned back around, Cathy had the top of her shirt pulled down exposing most of her right breast, almost down to the nipple.
“That’s beautiful. Very beautiful,” Wolf replied, brows waggling. “The tattoo’s nice too.”
Cathy giggled again as she pulled her shirt up. “Is this your first time at Rocktoberfest?”
“No. I came last year. What about you?”
“This is my fifth year in a row. It’s awesome. The lineup gets better and better every year.”
“Who’s your favorite band?”
“It’s hard to choose,” Cathy looked up to the sky in thought. “I love Accidental Fire, Embrace the Fate, and Midnight Hunt, but I have to say that Grindstone puts on the best show.”
“We’ll be sure to check out their set.” Wolf motioned to Harris. “This is my buddy . . . John.”
John?Harris furrowed his brow at Wolf, disapproving of the simple name. “Hi,” he said to Cathy. “Got any single girlfriends with you?”
Wolf’s head shot in Harris’ direction.
“Yes,” Cathy replied. “I’m here with four friends, and we like to party.”
“Really?” Harris’ brows shot up, and he glanced at Wolf with a lecherous smile. “Sounds like fun.”
“I gotta run,” she told Wolf. “I’m late. I was supposed to meet my friends by the waffle cone stand 10 minutes ago. I’ll give you my number, and we can catch up later. Unless you guys want to hang out with us. We’re going to rent ATVs. That could be fun.”
“Uh . . . thanks but we got to go do something right now,” Wolf replied.
“OK. Enter my number in your phone and call me later.”
