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CHAPTER12

Sheriff Taylor had comeout to take my statement personally. I wished I’d been able to tell him more, but a drugged up witness was almost as good as no witness at all. Apparently, I’d been gone for seven hours. Billy Bob and Sunny had reported me missing, and with the murder taking place at Sunny’s Outlook two days earlier, the sheriff took my disappearance seriously. Billy Bob, in a frantic effort to find me, had gone full-on spirit ritual, body paint and all, in the hopes that Brother Wolf could reach out to me. I still didn’t understand why the guardian spoke to me all the time, but I was glad I didn’t have to work at finding him. Tonight could have ended much differently. Thank you, Brother Wolf.

You’re welcome.

After a long, hot shower, I’d fallen asleep in Billy Bob’s arms. When morning came, we were rudely awakened by the incessant push of the doorbell. Theding-dong ding-dongannoyed the hell out of me.

Billy Bob pulled me into his arms, spooning me from behind, his peace pipe jabbing me in a sensitive place.

I giggled.

Don’t judge me.

“There’s someone at the door.”

“They can wait,” he said, nibbling my ear.

I groaned at the pleasure his love nips sent through my body. The doorbell kept ringing, but Billy Bob’s hands on my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples as his hot breath sizzled my skin pretty much meant I didn’t care.

Finally, the noise stopped. I turned in his arms, my fingers slipping around his shaft. “You are frisky in the mornings.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “You bring out the pup in me, woman.”

Oh lawd! The way he said woman tripped every hot, alpha fantasy I’d ever had. I moved closer until my breasts touched his chest, and leaned in for a heated, passionate kiss that scorched my brain with its fiery licks.

And just when my leg looped over his, giving him an all-access pass to my throbbing goodies, a loud banging on the window sent us flying apart and ready for battle.

A blonde I recognized all too well had her face pressed up against the window. She slapped the window pane again and then squinted. Her eyes grew large, much like Billy Bob’s…you know. I yanked the cover up around me to hide my nakedness.

“Sunny!” I yelled.

She snapped her attention away from my naked boyfriend and stepped back from the window.

She managed a chagrinned, lopsided smile. “Open the door,” she shouted, pointing sideways. She held up a white bag with her other hand. “I brought donuts.”

I sighed with deep regret as I took in the Adonis in the room. I shrugged a half-apology. “She brought donuts.”

“I can’t compete with donuts.” He turned his back to me and grabbed a pair of jeans off the back of a chair.

I cussed Sunny ten ways to Sunday for her ill-timed interruption as he pulled them up over his sexy ass. I didn’t know when or how, but my ex-BFF was going to pay. I got dressed too, mourning the loss of morning nookie.

Billy Bob started the coffee while I answered the door. Sunny had a fake as hell smile plastered on her face as she held out the bag. I gave her a dirty look and gestured for her to come in.

I closed the door and relocked it. Leftover nerves from the night before. When I turned around to follow Sunny to the kitchen, she pitched herself into my arms. The wet of her tears smeared on my cheek.

“Oh, Chav,” she said, squeezing me with more strength than an anaconda. “Why are you always getting kidnapped?”

“I don’t know.” I put my arms around her to complete the hug. “I must have ‘take me’ tattooed on my forehead.”

She leaned back, grabbed my chin, and tilted my head down. She examined my face very carefully. “Nope,” she said. “No tattoos. Just a few wrinkles and some ghastly clogged pores.”

I gasped in horror. “Sunshine Ambrosia Haddock. You are an awful human being.”

She sniffed and nodded. “Yes,” she said. She wiped at her eyes and managed a genuine smile. “I really am.”

We both began to laugh, and the tension I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding inside released like a cake in a well-greased pan.

“Coffee’s ready,” Billy Bob said.

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