Page 37 of The Mating Game
“Well, I have a lot on my mind.”
“Both of you shut up so I can get a good clip of this,” Kyle grumbles, steadying his camera.
Kyle is a mix of all of us—my brown hair, Mom’s blue eyes, andDad’s stubborn brow. He’s also the only one who knows his way around the camera, so we try not to piss him off.
“Hey,” Thomas cuts in, entering the room from the foyer. “Anyone seen the boss? I swear that guy is like a vampire or something.”
Thomas looks more like our mom; his blond hair has the same slight waves that hers does, and his blue eyes are to die for and a constant source of my envy. Much prettier than my dirt-brown ones.
I cock my head. “A vampire?”
“Yeah, dude only seems to come out of his room at night. Think I caught a glimpse of him hanging from the rafters while I was checking out the pool table last night.”
“He’s not a vampire,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But he’s not very keen on this project.”
Not to mention the fact that I begged him to fuck me three days ago.
But of course I don’t say that.
“I need the green light on what color stain he wants for the new mantel,” Thomas says.
“But we’re not supposed to start that until next week,” I point out.
Chase is frowning. “What do you mean, he isn’t keen on the project?”
“I mean…” I trail off, throwing up my hands. “You talked to him. Did he seem very excited?”
“I just thought it was a vampire thing.”
“Vampires aren’t real,” Kyle says matter-of-factly.
Thomas’s brow wrinkles. “Wolf people are real, why can’t vampires be real?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. I love my brothers, but sometimes herding them through a job is like taming feral opossums. They’retoo much like our mom—which is to say that they takefree-spiritedto new heights. Of course it would fall to me to be our dad’s carbon copy—too serious, a workaholic, and, if any of the Tinder dates I’ve had in the last year are to be believed, no fun.
“So, can you get his opinion?” Thomas asks.
I stiffen at the idea of seeking Hunter out. “Can’tyouask him?”
“No way,” Thomas says, cringing. “I’m not talking to the might-be-a-vampire dude.”
“He’snota vampire,” I groan. “Kyle already said they aren’t real.”
Chase leans in conspiratorially. “But if wolf people are real, then it begs the question, right?”
“Don’t call them ‘wolf people,’ ” I chide.
Especially since I’m apparently one of them.
I wince. Definitely still not ready for that discussion. Especially after the whole begging-for-sex fiasco.
“You know Hunter is a shifter, right?”
Thomas’s brows raise. “Really?”
“Yes,” I tell them. “Jeannie too.”
“Wow, that’s so cool. I wonder if he’d shift for me,” Chase says.
