Page 11 of Wolf's Midlife Bite

“Hey.” Hunter’s heavy footsteps galloped behind him as he caught up. “Are you going to the meeting tonight?”

“Nope.”

“But you missed the last one,” Hunter pointed out.

Brody gave him a playful knock on the arm. “Already trying to boss everyone around, aren’t you?”

Hunter’s face was sour for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “I was just asking.”

Once again, Brody felt that familiar tug at his heart. At this point in his life, Hunter was as close to a son as he would ever get. Brody had been there for him in as many ways as he knew how, but maybe he was still failing him. “I’ll make the next one. I’ve got an appointment.”

“An appointment where?” Conner asked suspiciously.

“Can’t a guy keep his own schedule?” Brody grinned. “I have a dentist appointment, if you must know.”

The two young men stared at him in stunned silence for a moment before they burst out in laughter. They knew, just as well as Brody, that shifters had zero need for dentists.

“More like an appointment with your friend with benefits,” Conner joked.

Hunter chuckled. “Hey, I’m just glad to hear you can still get it up.”

The two of them carried on behind him, and Brody just shook his head. They had no idea.

6

“Doyou mind if I have mint instead of my usual bubblegum polish today, dear? I have a date down at the senior center this afternoon.” She leaned closer to Robin and touched her arm with her wrinkled hand. “You never know where it might lead,” she added with a wink.

“How exciting, Mrs. Jenkins! Sure, let me get that for you.” Robin hummed behind her mask as she finished up with her patient, knowing Mrs. Jenkins wasn’t the only one getting some action. She’d been on the moon all day after that night with Brody. Holy hell. He’d looked great with his clothes on, but even better with them off. Brody had moved his hands over her body not just with lust, but appreciation, as though he were trying to memorize every curve. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so desired.

She’d get to see him again later that day. Robin had never slept with one of her patients before, and the thought made her want to giggle like a teenager.

Her warm, fuzzy mood cracked around the edges when Dr. Watson appeared in the doorway. His dazzling white veneers were blinding under the harsh light of the office. He had a tendency to flash them in a mock smile every time someone looked at him, though the sentiment never reached his eyes. She’d wondered if that was from all the Botox or just his horrid personality. “Robin, you’ll need to take a late lunch. Thaddeus Elmington is coming in for a cleaning.”

Robin was glad she still had her mask on so her boss wouldn’t see her expression. For one thing, he shouldn’t be discussing that information in front of other patients, even if it was only the person’s name. The name, of course, was the only part that mattered to Dr. Watson. Thaddeus Elmington was a hotshot lawyer from a family that was absolutely loaded with old timber money. It was a feather in Dr. Watson’s cap to have him as a regular patient; therefore, the man was allowed in at any time, whether there was room in the schedule for him or not.

“I would, but it’s going to shorten my time for my afternoon appointments.” And those appointments were particularly important today.

He lifted his chin slightly. “You can find a way to manage it.” Before she could argue with him any further, he’d moved off down the hallway.

Finished with Mrs. Jenkins, Robin walked her patient up to the front. Maggie caught her eye and arched a brow, wanting to talk. Having a few minutes before her next appointment—a luxury she definitely wouldn’t have that afternoon—Robin stuck around the front desk and poked through some paperwork until Mrs. Jenkins had been scheduled for her next appointment and was out the door.

Moments later, her sister Renee stepped into the waiting room and waived at Robin through the glass divider at the front desk. Robin motioned for her to join her back in the patient check out area.

“Remind me to never eat Mom’s peanut brittle again,” Renee groaned. “I can’t believe I broke my tooth and have to get a damn crown!”

Robin laughed. “That’s the most expensive peanut brittle you’ll ever eat.”

“Never again.”

When Mrs. Jenkins was gone, Maggie whirled in her chair toward the sisters with her eyes bright. “So, how did it go with the hot tattoo artist?”

“Come on, spill the tea,” Renee added. “I hate that phrase, but that’s what Kennedy says all the time.”

It was impossible not to smile. When was the last time Robin had gotten to gossip about a first date? “It was pretty great, actually. He’s got a motorcycle, which scared the hell out of me at first. He took me to a burger place.”

“Burgers?” Renee cocked a brow. “That doesn’t sound very romantic.”

Robin shook her head as she thought about the easy companionship between them as they’d sat together at The Burger House. “I wouldn’t have thought so, either, but it actually kind of was. It was different, but I guess that’s one of the things I like about Brody.”

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