Looking at his face, she had the feeling he was about to take her right there. On the dance floor. Fuck her brains out in front of everybody. Not that she’d complain.

***

Zach didn’t know whether to fuck her or to soak her head in the toilet. Both seemed like reasonable reactions to what she had just pulled.

But he smelled his Pack behind him.

“Well, well. What a mess, huh Zach?”

He gritted his teeth at Casey’s smug voice. Maybe he would fuck Sara and put Casey’s head in the toilet.

Casey leaned against the bar and stared across at Sara.

“How ya doin’, honey? You doin’ okay?”

Sara didn’t answer her. Instead she just stared. At first Casey was smiling, but when Sara didn’t turn away, Casey lost her smile. She wanted, no needed, Sara to turn away.

Without turning from her, Casey spoke to Zach, “You better put a leash on your girl there, Zach. I’d hate to have to break her in so soon.”

He’d kill Casey first before he let the bitch touch her. “Breaking her in” was the euphemism they all used for grabbing a Beta around the throat and bringing them down until they showed their belly and learned their place. But apparently Sara wasn’t about to be anybody’s bitch. He caught the woman in mid-flight as she was diving over the bar; her hands were outstretched and she was reaching for Casey’s throat.

***

Sara just didn’t like the way Casey was looking at her. It was like she was challenging her or something. And she was standing a little too close to Zach for her liking. In fact, the bitch was just pissing Sara off. She wanted to hurt her. She wanted to see the bitch bleed.

So what’s stopping you? She thought, just before she’d dived for her.

But Zach stopped her. “Sonofabitch!”

***

Casey didn’t move, but she was clearly rattled. Her eyes were wide as she watched Sara. And Sara seemed enough of a threat that Yates stepped between them.

Zach luckily had a good grip on her, because she was losing it, “You fucking whore! Break me in?! FUCK YOU!”

Zach pulled her back. He wrapped his arms around her body. She was shaking, but it wasn’t from fear. “Easy,” he whispered in her ear. “Easy.”

His voice seemed to soothe her. He thought he might just be able to get her out of there without any more problems. But Casey, not wanting to show weakness to her females, continued to stare at Sara.

Sara pulled away from Zach and went for Casey again. He caught her on the bar and dragged her back. He tossed the woman over his shoulder and headed to the exit. Sara was still screaming and banging her fists against his back demanding to be let go so that she could “…finish the little bitch!”

He motioned to Conall who tossed the truck keys to him. Hecaught them in mid-air, went outside to the truck, threw Sara in, got in after her, and tore out of the parking lot.

***

Sara wasn’t exactly sure when she turned feral, but she was curious to see where this would lead. She’d never actually “lost it” before. Miki lost it all the time. She popped off continually, like a little firecracker. Angelina seemed like the most rational of the three, but everyone in town knew she had a temper that had caused some men to actually move out of Texas. No, it was a well-known fact that Sara was the rational one. She was the one people came to for sage-like advice. She was the one that people knew they could rely on since Miki might forget and Angelina just wouldn’t care. She was Golden Retriever Sara.

Until tonight. Tonight she was Drunk-Sara without the liquor. And she finally had to admit, Drunk-Sara was fucking scary.

When the pickup truck pulled up to her house, Sara was immediately disappointed. She wanted to hit another club. Go to Austin and scare some city-folk. She sure didn’t want to slip into her comfy clothes and watch TV for the rest of the night.

Now, if Zach wanted to keep her busy for a few hours… well that was completely different. But by the look on his face when he stopped the truck, his staying might be a remote possibility.

She sighed and waited to see his next move.

Chapter Nine

TOC

Zach turned off the motor and pulled the keys out of the ignition. Clearly the woman wanted him dead. She’d thrown him under the proverbial bus two times in the last half hour. And she knew it too.

Now what to do? Simple. Dump her ass and go. If he took her tonight, he was going to keep her. He knew that as securely as he knew she was crazy. And he didn’t want a mate. He especially didn’t want her as a mate. His whole life would be spent trying to keep her pretty ass out of trouble. He had much bigger plans than that.

He pushed open the truck door and stepped out. He reached back in and dragged her out, ignoring her plaintive “Hey!”

He tossed Sara over his shoulder again and walked up the porch steps to her house. He was tempted to drop her on her head, but he carefully lowered her to the ground instead. “Keys,” he ordered. She pulled them out of her pants pocket and handed them over. He unlocked her front door and pushed her inside. He followed behind her and while she stood in the middle of her living room, he double checked the house to make sure they were the only ones there. He wasn’t worried anyone was really there; he would have smelled any Pride members before he even walked in. But it kept him from thinking about how good she smelled or hot she looked in those khaki pants that were clearly too big for her. They kept slipping off her waist and she kept hiking them back up.

“Everything looks safe.”