They’d mess with her mind for a while then scare the hell out of her until she thought she was crazy.
Of course, maybe he’d found the perfect diversion for his boredom.
Messin’ with Normals ranked high on his Most Enjoyable Pastimes list.
Stepping off the porch, he headed toward her car, watching her eyes get bigger with every step he took.
With his hands in the pockets of his oldest, most comfortable jeans and a tight blue t-shirt that matched his eyes, he knew he looked pretty damn good.
Women had been known to swoon at the sight of him.
Of course, just as many had run in the opposite direction, so that pretty much dealt with most of the ego he might’ve developed.
When he reached the car and leaned down to knock on the window, he decided to start with charm. Save the scare tactics in case the charm failed.
Which he hoped didn’t happen because, wow, the lady was a looker.
Her hair was shorter than his, a pretty chocolate brown that perfectly matched those wide eyes and fluttered all around her adorable face. She had soft, rounded features that reminded him of that actress, Reese Witherspoon. Pretty, sweet. The kind of girl you took home to meet Mom.
Not the kind of girl you wanted to strip naked and pin up against a wall.
Which was exactly what he wanted to do.
His smile widened and so did her eyes.
“Hey. You okay out here?”
She opened her mouth but he didn’t hear anything come out. Her cheeks flushed bright red, showing up as blotches of color on her milk-pale skin.
Her gaze dropped to the steering wheel and she took a deep breath.
Now she could be frightened. A seven-foot guy walks out of a ramshackle building in the middle of nowhere and knocks on your car window. Most people might have cause to fear for their life. Or at least wonder if he hid a chainsaw or meat hook behind his back.
But he didn’t think that was what was going on here.
She looked…gobsmacked. In a good way.
In the same way he felt.
He really freaking hoped he wasn’t reading her wrong, and he usually had a good sense for these things.
Of course, there had been that one time with that beautiful cat shifter… He’d mistaken a hiss for something other than a warning and… Well, chicks dug scars, right?
He really didn’t want this woman to freak out, put the car in gear and scream bloody murder as she drove back to where she’d come from.
So he squatted down until his eyes were level with hers and waited until she turned her head to look at him.
Which she did after a few seconds.
And he was struck again by an urgent need to beat his chest and throw her over his shoulder as he ran to the nearest cave.
Guess he shouldn’t give in to that one. Didn’t want to feed the stereotype.
He forced a smile back onto his lips, hoping he didn’t frighten her anymore.
Looking from his lips to his eyes, she blinked a few times then slowly returned his smile.
And lowered her window.
“Hey,” he started again before reining in the urge to say exactly the same thing he already had. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Are you lost?”
Slowly, she nodded, but he couldn’t be sure what she was saying yes to—being lost or being afraid.
“I guess I must be. Lost, that is.” Her gaze flickered toward the bar for a brief second and he had a momentary thought that she was about to lie to him.
Then she flashed those big brown eyes at him and his brain just keep repeating, Fire bad, girl pretty.
He’d have to lay off the Buffy, the Vampire Slayer reruns.
“I must’ve gotten turned around when I got into the park. I was heading back to the bed-and-breakfast and I have such a terrible sense of direction and the GPS didn’t seem to be working all that well out here.”
Her expression turned apologetic though she didn’t bat her eyes as if she were trying to charm a cop into letting her out of a speeding ticket. She looked genuinely guilty and sorry about it.
Like maybe she thought he was a park ranger about to bust her for being in the park after hours.
Damn, wasn’t that just the perfect excuse?
And to some degree, you could argue that was true…if you bought the theory that a Yeti shifter had any jurisdiction over a territory held by the Bukwas tribe of shifters, who were based in British Columbia.
Yet, looking into those oh so guilty eyes, he didn’t want to lie to her.
What the hell did he say?
“I could show you the way out. I was just getting ready to head back to town. I’ll lead you out.”
Her gaze shifted back to the bar for a brief second before she smiled up at him. And made his heart thump with a rock ’n’ roll beat.
Okay, he definitely needed to spend a little more time with this woman because she was definitely up to something. Something that involved the Mystyk.
Very interesting. If he had a goatee, he’d be stroking it.
He wanted to stroke her instead.
“Let me get my truck and you can follow me back to town.”
She smiled at him again and his cock perked all the hell up.
“I’d really appreciate that. Thank you so much.”
He thought about sticking his head back in the bar to tell Fry he was going but decided not to press his luck. All those nosy bastards could decide they’d want to get a closer look at the hot chick Andy had found outside.
And that would not be good for so many reasons.
One of which was not because he didn’t want to share her.
And yeah, that was a total lie.
He got into the Tahoe he kept in his cousin’s garage when he wasn’t on this continent then drove up to her car. He gave her a stupid little wave and a grin he hoped wasn’t too eager then pulled forward so she had enough room to execute a perfect three-point turn in her sensible little sedan.
She didn’t crowd him as he wound through several small back roads before he turned onto the main road that lead out of the park and finally to the two-lane country highway back to town.
It took almost a half hour to get back to town, a drive that normally only took fifteen minutes, and that was only if you got behind an eighteen-wheeler doing the speed limit.
Since there was only one bed-and-breakfast in the small town of Bailey Falls, he knew where she was staying.
And, gee, what a coincidence. That’s where he was headed too. The cabin he rented was owned by the same couple who ran the bed-and-breakfast.
How convenient was that?
After they’d parked in the lot, he hustled out of the truck so he could open her door for her and watch her slide out of the car.
Damn good call.
Long legs emerged first, encased in formfitting denim that he wanted to pet. Followed by a totally hot set of tits that’d do an all-natural porn star proud. At least a C-cup, if not a D. Damn nice rack.
He wanted to bend down and rub his five o’ clock shadow all over them. First he’d pull off that well-worn t-shirt that had some obscure college symbol on it.
Wait, was that…
He started to smile.
Starfleet Academy. Her shirt bore a wickedly artistic symbol that only made sense if you knew what you were looking at.
And since he happened to be a fan, her hotness factor had just gone up about a thousand points.
“Classic or Next Gen?”
Pleased surprise flared in her eyes before she returned his smile. “Classic, of course. And DS9 had more depth than Next Gen, though Picard still rules.”
“A woman after my own heart. Kirk was a Neanderthal compared to Picard. The prime directive was more a guideline with James Tiberius than an actual directive.”