Sheri bit her lip to keep from laughing, but she had the feeling the other woman saw it.
“Or my personal favorite, what do you call three blondes in a Volkswagen? Farfromthinken.”
Sheri lost the battle against laughing, and was relieved when Belinda chuckled too.
“I have a Bachelor’s degree in Management with a minor in Finance, but because I look like a Kewpie doll people who have known me all my life treat me like I’m an idiot.”
Sheri could just make out the other woman’s shrug. “Sometimes that’s what life does to you, and sometimes it’s what you do to yourself. So I know some blonde jokes, and I laugh at blonde jokes, and I try to make the best of things by not letting other people’s opinions matter to me. It doesn’t always work, but I try.”
“Wow. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t let the label bother you. If you do, you just wind up expending energy on something that doesn’t really matter in the long run. If I got mad at every blonde joke I heard I’d be mad an awful lot of the time.” Belinda leaned in close so Sheri could see her grin and whispered, “Or I’d be a redhead, worshiping at the shrine of Ms. Clairol.”
They were quiet as each of them ate a little. “Do you own your own business?”
“No,” Belinda answered with a sigh. “I worked at Noah’s as the hostess, and I planned on applying for the manager’s position…but that didn’t pan out. I’m pretty sure I can afford to open my own place, but I wanted to be able to put down experience in a management position on my loan papers. I don’t think I can qualify without it.”
Sheri could hear the pain in the other woman’s voice. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. The market sucks right now for opening the kind of business I want to run anyway.”
“What kind of business would that be?”
“Livia and I…we used to joke that we’d open up our own place. I wanted to open a bar and grill, and call it Blondie’s or something; she wanted a day spa.” Belinda shrugged. “It was one of the reasons I loved working at Noah’s. I love the restaurant business.”
“What happened with your job there?”
“I got fired.”
“Why?”
“Because people thought I was in league with Livia. She attacked Becky, injuring her pretty badly, during this year’s masquerade. Livia used the threat to Becky to try and get Emma to give her the Curana’s ring.”
“What?” Sheri couldn’t believe her ears. “Someone tried to use Becky to get to Emma?”
“Yup. I didn’t know anything about it until Simon carried Becky off to heal her and change her.”
“And claim her.”
“And claim her.” She could hear a different kind of pain in Belinda’s voice and wondered if the other woman had feelings for Simon. If she did, it was too bad; Simon was obviously devoted to his mate.
“But the ring—”
“Doesn’t make you the Curana, right? But if Emma handed it over—”
“She’d be seen as weak,” Sheri finished thoughtfully.
“Exactly. She’d be cat chow.”
Sheri laughed. She was going to like it here.
Adrian waited outside the diner and watched as the two women talked and laughed. Something in his heart eased as he watched her truly relax for the first time since he’d met her.
“Maybe if you stare hard enough her clothes will fall off by themselves.” Simon stepped into view and stared at the two women.
Adrian rolled his eyes. “She’s my mate.”
Simon grinned. “And if anyone is going to use their amazing cloth-ripping stare powers on her it’s going to be you?”
“Asshole.”
Simon flipped him off, and Adrian grinned.
“She seems to be settling right in,” Simon said, leaning against the brick wall of the diner.
“Yup.”
“Becky trusts Belinda.”
“And you don’t?” Adrian kept his eyes on the two women but his attention was on Simon.
“To a point, yes.”
“Do you trust Becky and Emma?”
Simon sighed. “Yes, damn it.” It sounded like he’d had, and lost, this argument already. Probably Becky had gotten to him and given him an earful. He decided to help reassure Simon. There were things he knew about Belinda that would shock Simon to his core.
Adrian nodded. “Have you ever been in Kelly’s when Belle’s in there?”
Simon looked at Adrian, one brow raised. “Belle?”
Adrian nodded. “That’s what they call Belinda in there. Belle.”
“No, I haven’t been in there when Belle’s been in there. Why?”
“She might surprise you.”
Simon snorted. “I dated the woman off and on for years; nothing she does would surprise me, unless it was to grow a second brain cell.”
“Really? Let’s go in.”
Adrian opened the door and pushed Simon in. Simon, surprisingly, allowed it.
“Hey, Belle!”
Simon’s eyebrows rose into his hair as Frank Kelly called Belinda’s name. Adrian grinned and waited.
He already knew what was coming.
“Yes, Frank?”
“What do you do when a blonde throws a pin at you?”
“Run like hell, she’s got a grenade in her mouth.”
The entire diner laughed. “Hey, Belle,” one of the patrons called out. “He ever throw one at you that you didn’t know the punch line to?”
“Nope,” Belle replied proudly.
“I’ll get you one day, Belle!” Frank laughed.
“And my little dog, too?”
More laughter. Adrian could see Simon’s shock as he pushed the man back out the door. “See?”
“The only time I ever saw her was with her upper-crust friends,” Simon said. “She didn’t act like that around them.”
“Of course not, they would have kicked her out of the country club,” Adrian replied. He set up against the wall again and stared into the diner, watching Sheri and Belle eat. “Besides, everyone knew why you went out with Belinda, and it wasn’t for her conversation.”
Simon winced. “She didn’t act that way around me, either.”
Adrian nodded. “She gave you what she thought you wanted.”
“A blonde bimbo,” Simon said thoughtfully.
“I hate to make you feel even worse, but as far as I can tell she never dated anyone but you.”
Simon winced again. “Gee, thanks.”
Adrian shrugged. “I don’t know if she thought you were her mate or what, but when she finds him she’ll know. Until then, I think Sheri’s safe with Belle.”
“Okay,” Simon agreed with a sigh. “I’ll trust her.”
“Spill.” Adrian stared hard at his friend and partner, crossing his arms as he blocked the way out of the office. They’d just finished closing for the day and were the only ones left in the practice.
“Excuse me?” Max’s blue eyes glittered gold for a moment, sensing Adrian’s challenge.
Adrian sighed. “She’s my mate, Max. How would you feel if Emma was threatened?” Max’s low growl answered that question. “So tell me. What am I facing here?”
Max sighed and pushed his hand through his hair. “Rudy Parker is a sick fuck. He tried to mount her as a wolf. When that didn’t work, he bit her. If she hadn’t torn free she’d be Pack now instead of Pride.”
“That kind of thing happens pretty fast, I thought. How did she get away before he managed it?”
Max shrugged. “I have no idea. All I remember is her shoulder was torn all to hell and gone, and a chunk was missing.”