Chapter 29

Smitty stood in front of the Kingston Arms. He couldn’t seem to track his little wild dog down, and she wasn’t answering her cell phone. He had to find her. He’d make her take his apology, although he still wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong. And once he had all that settled, he’d take her to the Ritz-Carlton tonight. Get her the best room his credit card could afford and he’d make her his. He’d do this right. She’d never regret being his.

“She’s gone.”

Turning around, Smitty stared at Johnny DeSerio.

“What do you mean she’s gone?”

“She left.”

“Went back to the den? Or the Long Island house?”

“Neither. The Pack has this little house in Jersey. The adults’ little love shack when they need some away time from the pups.”

“Where is it?”

The boy shrugged.

“You don’t know?”

“Oh, I know. I’m just not telling you.”

Smitty had his hand around the boy’s throat and had him slammed against the wall in less time than it took to say “Ow.”

“Listen up close, boy, ’cause I’ll only say this once. These dogs may protect you, but I’m wolf. Just like you. And we both know I’ll rip the flesh from your bones if you don’t tell me what I wanna know.”

A delicate throat clearing had Smitty looking over his shoulder even as he tightened his grip a bit more on the boy’s throat.

Kristan smiled up at him. “Take your hand off his throat,” she said softly.

If this had been one of the adults, he would have ignored them, but sweet little Kristan... well, he simply didn’t have the heart. So, grudgingly, he let the boy go.

“Here.” She took hold of his hand and wrote on his palm with a pink felt-tip pen that had a fluffy kitty on the top. “This is where Jess went if it’s the place in Jersey. But you didn’t get it from me because the pups aren’t supposed to know about it.”

Smitty stared at the address. “How do you know she’ll be here?”

“I heard her talking to my mom and Sabina.”

“Can you tell me why she left?”

“She said she needed some time to think, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Thinking’s good.”

Not in his case. In that moment, Smitty realized this would be his last chance to get Jessie Ann. If he didn’t make her his now, he’d lose her to the Sherman Landrys of the world. “Thanks, Kristan.”

He walked toward the valets in order to get his truck when Kristan called to him. He looked at her and she held up both thumbs. “Good luck!”

Smitty smiled. Johnny DeSerio didn’t stand a chance with this one. “Thanks, darlin’.”

Hands on hips, Kristan turned around and glared at Johnny, one foot tapping. She could see the bruises on the idiot’s throat, and she knew he’d be wearing them proudly for as long as they lasted. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Johnny smirked, embarrassed, and said, “Well, it kind of made me feel like, ya know... a wolf. It was cool.”

Kristan rolled her eyes and, walking away, sighed out, “You’re an idiot.”

Jess paused her game and pulled off her headphones. Someone was knocking.

She yawned and dropped the headphones on the desk, pushing her seat back by bracing her hands against it and shoving. The chair rolled back and then spun around. She stood and headed toward the front door.

Assuming the groceries she’d ordered had arrived, Jess pulled open the door and stared.

“Afternoon, Jessie Ann.”

Wow. Apparently his mother had been right. Especially with that barely controlled anger on his face. He even had a whole ticking jaw thing going on. She’d seen Smitty annoyed, exasperated, frustrated—but never pissed. Not like this.

Smitty didn’t even wait for her response, he simply walked in.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to see you.” He looked around the hallway and whistled. “Y’all have the nicest homes.”

Jess closed the door. “You weren’t invited.”

“Wolves rarely are, darlin’.”

He turned and faced her. “You look real casual.”

Her sweatpants had holes, as did her nearly twenty-year-old Raiders of the Lost Ark T-shirt. She wore heavy socks to keep her feet warm and, for some unknown reason, had put her hair in two pigtails.

“I wasn’t expecting company.” This soon.

“Then you shouldn’t have opened the door without asking who it was.”

Jess bit back her retort and watched Smitty wander off down the hall and into the kitchen. She followed and found him staring into her refrigerator.

“You sure don’t have much,” he chastised. “And there’s a storm coming.”

“I know. I’m waiting on a grocery delivery. And I know there’s a storm coming. That’s why you should get back to the city before you get trapped out on the road. ’Cause you’re not staying here.”

Smitty sighed, loudly, and slammed the refrigerator door shut. “I have to say, Jessie Ann, I am running out of patience.”

Jess laughed. “Really? Are you?”

“I’m not leaving, Jessie Ann. Not until we talk this out. Nice and proper.”

“Nice and proper? Uh-huh.” She turned and headed back up the hall.

“Where are you going?” he demanded from behind her.