They fell asleep like that, holding on to each other. Surprisingly early in the morning, Jess woke up to Smitty kissing her body. They enjoyed each other for hours, took a break to eat, then went back at it.
The storms had ended and they decided to have a late lunch/early dinner in town. But when Jess walked out of the bathroom in a pair of panties and nothing else, she found Smitty getting dressed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Get dressed, Jessie Ann.”
“What’s wrong?
“I figured with all the snow, Wilson’s plane out of JFK would be grounded until the storm passed, but he’d be forced to stay inside. I sent the Reed boys to watch out for him. Put your Pack and mine on alert. But he’s gone. So’s his Pack.”
She dropped to a crouch and dug into her duffle bag. “And?” She knew there was an and.
“He knows I’m with you. His momma has already got word to my daddy’s cousin.”
“Eggie?”
“Yup.”
Eggie Smith was a hardcore Smith who spent the majority of his time as wolf in the hills outside of Smithtown. The man hated everybody and everything except his mate of twenty years and being a Smith. Eggie was the one you called in when a Smith got crossed. He had no boundaries and no problem taking down anyone he deemed a threat to his family.
She felt panic slither down her spine. “I’ll be dressed in two minutes.”
“It’ll be okay, Jessie Ann. My daddy and momma are still here. We’ll talk to ’em.”
For some reason, she really didn’t think that would help.
CHAPTER 31
“It’s nothing personal,” Kristan said firmly. “I really just don’t like you.” She nodded. “What do you think?”
Johnny shrugged. “Seems rude.”
“You think?” She bit into her candy apple. Mr. Shaw had told them where to find the staff kitchen. And the staff at this hotel had the hookup. She couldn’t tell her mom or Jess. They’d finish off the cabinet filled with chocolates in less than thirty minutes.
“Maybe you could tell him you’ve got some school things coming up and you changed your mind about visiting this summer. You know, blow him off. Like you did that kid who helped you with biology.”
She glared at him over her apple. “I did not blow him off.”
“Yeah, yeah. Sure. I found him sobbing in the locker room before gym because he was PMSing.”
She laughed. “You did not.”
“How’s the candy apple?”
“Good. How’s the caramel?”
He held it out for her and she leaned over the counter to bite it while holding hers up for him so he could do the same. Johnny DeSerio really was cute. She knew quite a few girls in her class who thought the whole deep-thinking-artist thing really sexy.
Not her, of course. She liked football players and she adored basketball players. All that height. She’d inherited very little from the wolf side of her DNA. Even shifted she was simply shaggier than the rest of them, but still mostly wild dog. She didn’t mind. Wolves were a little too cranky for her. She liked being happy. Liked enjoying her life. After knowing her biological father she had absolutely no regrets about the fact he’d wanted nothing to do with her or her mother. He’d only made her realize how wonderful her real father was. Danny might not be blood, but it didn’t matter. He loved her, took care of her, and treated her like his own. Nothing else mattered.
Johnny slowly chewed his bite of apple while staring at her. He wanted to kiss her. She knew the signs. She wouldn’t, though. Not yet. Not until the time was absolutely perfect.
“Good?”
His gaze snapped away from her lips to stare into her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s really good.”
“So is yours.”
She licked caramel off her bottom lip and watched in fascination as Johnny turned an interesting shade of red.
“Kristan?”
Kristan spun around. Walt Wilson stood in the doorway of the staff kitchen. When he stopped trying to contact her, she’d prayed he’d given up and gone back to Alabama. Apparently no such luck for her. Shit, shit, shit!
“What are you doing here?”
“You haven’t returned any of my messages.”
She hadn’t. She hadn’t wanted to talk to him. And she didn’t even want to think about how he tracked her down. She’d finally had to admit to herself that the man simply creeped her the hell out. Danny was her dad. He’d always be her dad. And he never creeped her out.
“Sorry. With the snowstorm and all, I haven’t really touched my cell phone.”
“Fine.” And he truly seemed not to care. Danny worried when she was ten minutes late getting home from school. “But I’m thinking, little girl, you need to come with me.”
She felt Johnny tense behind her at the man’s coldly stated words.
“Come with you?” she asked, stalling for time.
She had to get out of this and not let Johnny get hurt. He was dumb enough to do something heroic, and she had no doubts the man standing across from them would kill Johnny without even thinking about it. With Smitty it had been a mere show of strength, putting Johnny in his place among the Pack. But Walt Wilson would kill him, and it would be all her fault because she’d allowed the man into their lives.
Still not comfortable shifting for battle, her eyes strayed over to the block of kitchen knives.
He laughed. “Don’t even think about it, little girl.”
As panic began to set into her bones, the other set of kitchen doors opened and Smitty’s mom, whom everyone called “Miss Janie,” walked into the room.
“There you two are. And eating that bad food when dinner will be ready in another hour.” She took the apples by their sticks and tossed them into the garbage. “Now I want you two to get on upstairs and change into something nice.”
“Why are we doing this again?” Johnny asked, clearly relaxing now that the older She-wolf was in the room.
“Because, little man, this is for your momma and my son. Now move that skinny ass upstairs before I take a switch to ya.”
“It’s New York. We don’t have any switches.”
Miss Janie raised one eyebrow and Johnny held his hands up. “We’re going. We’re going.”
Johnny took her hand and dragged her toward the door. Kristan looked back once at Walt Wilson. Something told her she wouldn’t be seeing the man again.
The sad thing was... she felt relieved.
Janie Mae Lewis faced her very distant kin. “Well, well, well. Walt Wilson.”
“Miss Janie.”
“Your momma told me you were in town. She was very upset. Upset because my son was choosing that little wild dog over kin.”
“I just want to see my daughter.”
“Is that right?” Janie walked toward him and she watched Walt’s body tense at her approach. “That’s funny. ’Cause your momma also said you’re having some money problems and that Bobby Ray should help.”
Walt took several steps back at her approach, but he didn’t break eye contact. “I never asked for that, but I ain’t sure what it has to do with anything?”
“Everything if Kristan’s momma is right and you’re just using that little girl because you’re hoping her Pack will pay you to go away.”
“I’m doing no such—” The boy nearly jumped out of his skin as the swinging door opened behind her and Bubba strolled into the room. She didn’t even have to turn around to recognize his scent, the way his work boots dragged on the floor, the way he growled every time he looked at her ass. Lord, she did love that man.
“Why are you in here?” Janie demanded, hiding her smile.