Angie held the black credit card in her hand. “I want you to realize the enormity of this situation.”
“Oh, good God,” Miki moaned.
“He handed you his black credit card and said ‘buy what you want, Miki-baby.’ First off the man has a black credit card. Second, he didn’t flinch when he gave it to you.”
Miki snatched the card back. “This is a stupid conversation. It’s a fucking credit card.”
The trio walked through the enormous department store. A Pack of shapeshifting females behind them. These women were clearly not in their element. The only black leather Fallons offered had Chanel stamped on it. No wonder Sara and her rough-and-tumble Pack knew nothing about this shifter-run store.
“It’s not a fucking credit card. It’s a commitment.”
Miki shook her head. “You make me sad.”
Sara sputtered out a laugh, but it died in her throat as she stopped walking. She grabbed a plaid business suit that would look perfect on her with a string of pearls.
“Explain to me again why we’re here?”
“Because we’re doing the girlfriend thing, and going shopping.”
“Can’t we go to Old Navy?”
“No. We had the Old Navy discussion. And no GAP. And no Harley-Davidson store. So get the fuck over it people.”
She smiled, making all the she-wolves take a step back. “Okay, let’s go then!”
Angie started walking. “Now I was thinking we start off in the dresses, maybe hit the juniors section for Miki…”
“Hey!”
“…and then get makeovers!”
Angie ignored the whining behind her. Like trying to put a muzzle on a dog. She turned a corner and watched a woman walk toward her. For a moment, she thought her another she-wolf because of the big leather jacket. But even she was too grubby to be a she-wolf with her worn high-top Keds that had small holes, her jeans that had definitely seen better days, and Angie would swear the oversized Bob Marley T-shirt the woman wore might have been owned by the man himself.
“Can we go, please,” the woman sniped at the gorgeous and much-taller blond women behind her. “I’ve never been so bored before in my entire existence.”
“Could you at least pretend to be female,” one of the women tossed at her.
Miki came up beside Angie and she grabbed onto the smaller woman by the scruff of her black T-shirt, holding her back, quickly noting the .45 she had holstered to the back of her jeans.
“What? What’s wrong?” Miki looked up, locking eyes with the small blonde. “I know you. You’re that bitch that was hittin’ on Conall.”
Startled, the woman still managed to grin. “I was not hitting on him.”
Sara walked up. “I keep smelling cat—is that you?”
“No, it’s…” Angie glared at her. “That’s not funny!”
“Sara Morrighan?”
Sara looked over at what Angie now knew was Victoria Löwe. Angie may be trying to take things slow but whatever powers ruled the universe clearly had other ideas.
Sara’s fangs burst from her gums, her lips drawn back in a snarl.
“Sara!” Wolf eyes turned to Angie. “Be nice.”
The female wolves moved up. Angie could feel their aggression swirling around them.
They started to pass the three friends, but Sara held her hand up. “Hold it.” The she-wolves stopped as the lion females stood around Victoria. They were so much taller than the little lioness, she almost disappeared.
Angie, taking a deep breath, stepped forward and in between the two groups of females. “Victoria.”
She nodded. “Angelina.”
“I’d like you to meet Sara.” Angie turned and smiled at her friend. “And Sara, this is Victoria Löwe.”
The two women eyed each other cautiously as their females waited for someone to make the first move.
Angie should have seen it coming. Should have been ready for it. But, for some unknown reason, she wasn’t.
“You’re awfully tiny to be a lion.” Miki crossed her arms in front of her chest and smiled “Sure your mother wasn’t doing a mountain lion on the side or something?”
Angie closed her eyes and growled.
Nik walked down the stairs, his hands running through his wet hair. He paused at the bottom step, a smile breaking across his face.
He walked into the enormous living room and found his brothers stretched out on two of the five couches, watching TV and playing with what had to be the ugliest dog Nik had ever seen in his life.
“What are y’all doin’ here?”
“We thought about leavin’…” Ban began.
“Especially after that tiny little midget girl tried to shoot us last night.”
“But we’re havin’ so much fun here…”
“And that big blond guy said we could stay awhile,” Alek finished.
Nik raised an eyebrow at his baby brother. “You’re hopin’ that dog’s sister shows up.”
“It’s good for a man to have dreams.”
“Pathetic.” Nik yawned then nodded toward the kitchen in the back of the house. “Did ya leave any food?”
“Not really.”
“And did those wolves get cranky about it?”
“You could say that.” Ban made room on the couch for the dog to jump up next to him. “A few of ‘em went out to get more.”
“But they were not happy about it.”
Nik climbed over the back of the couch and sat down next to Alek, plopping his feet up on the coffee table.
“So did you two love kittens make up?” Ban asked.
Nik stretched, feeling damn good about himself. “Somethin’ like that.”
“And let me guess,” Alek continued, “she’s really off limits now.”
More than ever.
He’d made Angelina Santiago his. Every time he fucked her last night—and he’d fucked her all night long—he’d made her his.
But he wasn’t in the mood to discuss that with his two idiot brothers. Not yet.
He held his hand out. “Remote.”
Alek dropped it in his palm.
“All I gotta say is them Yankees need to hurry the hell up. I’m starvin’. Even that dog is lookin’ mighty tasty.”
Ban, the protector of all things except deer, elk, rabbits, and cows, hugged the dog to him. “That’s not funny.”
“Yes it is.”
“You’re shopping?” Miki demanded.
Angie shrugged. “What do you expect me to do? Just stand here? Besides, these Manolo Blahniks are adorable.”
“Oh, for the love of all that’s holy.”
“You want a pair?”
“No!”
“No need to get tense. You’re getting so moody. Must be that Pack baby.”
“Stop calling her that!”
Miki sat on one of the benches.
One of the lions walked up to Angie. “What do you think?”
Angie looked at the shoe in her hand. “Bad color for you, hon. Try blue.”
“Thanks.”
Miki snorted in disgust. “You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me.”
Angie finished fixing the straps on the shoes she decided to try on. Standing up, she moved to the mirror. The salesman stood next to her. “Wow. Those look amazing on you.”
She looked at herself in the mirror. “You know…you’re right. These do look amazing on me.”
Seconds after Miki made a grunt of annoyance, a sound rang out over the entire floor of shoes and accessories that stopped every wolf and lion in their tracks.
Sara’s laugh.
They all turned to look at the two women huddled over in the far corner of the shoe department. Victoria had removed her denim jacket. Her sleeveless Bob Marley T-shirt showed off a Jimi Hendrix tattoo on one shoulder. Her jacket slipped to the floor. When Victoria bent to retrieve it, Angie spotted a Robert Plant tattoo on the other shoulder.