A Werewolf in Manhattan

by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  Taking another small bite of the truffle, she wandered over to the door leading into the bathroom and sighed with pleasure. A claw-foot tub was another item on her wish list, and this one looked deep enough for her to sink up to her chin in bubbles. A dark wood and marble vanity surrounded a sink hand-painted with forget-me-nots.

  All the amenities she could ever want were clustered in a basket on the vanity, including bubble bath. A thick white robe hung on a hook next to the tub. If she couldn’t have Aidan tonight, she could relax in a warm bath and sit in front of the fire with a book, a cup of hot coffee, and the rest of the truffles.

  She might as well unpack and get comfy. Back in the room, she opened a closet and found her orange suitcase and her laptop case on a shelf. Her clothes had been neatly hung in a row, with the exception of what she’d already worn. No doubt, those items were in the mansion’s laundry being washed and pressed.

  Because her makeup bag was nowhere in sight, she returned to the bathroom and opened a drawer in the vanity. Sure enough, there it was, along with a hair dryer. She’d bet the mansion had its own generator and water supply so that the place could be totally self-sufficient.

  She was literally out in the middle of nowhere. No one—not her mother, her girlfriends, or her publisher—knew where she was or would even be worried about her. They thought she’d been spirited away to a tropical island by one of NYC’s most eligible bachelors.

  Her isolation wasn’t causing her to freak out exactly, but she was impressed by how thoroughly the Wallaces were able to close themselves off from the rest of the world, except ... for the Internet.

  Racing back to the closet, she flung open the door and grabbed her laptop case where it sat on the shelf next to her suitcase. It felt too light. Heart pounding, she unzipped it, knowing that she’d find it empty. They’d taken her laptop.

  She checked the pocket where she kept her backup flash drive, and that was gone, too.

  Not cool. They’d stolen her book ideas. They’d swiped her research notes and e-mails, which she needed to answer, and ... damn it! Taking her laptop and flash drive was like ripping out her heart, and she wasn’t putting up with that for even one second, let alone a whole night.

  She’d been a good sport up until now, but they were going to give her back that laptop, and they were going to do it tout de suite or heads would roll. She didn’t care whether Aidan’s mother had implied that Emma should go to her room like a good little girl and stay there until morning. She wasn’t going to rest until she had her laptop back.

  As she walked into the hallway, she listened for the sound of voices and heard nothing. But the house was huge, so not hearing voices didn’t mean the place was empty. She’d start with Aidan’s bedroom.

  Marching to the end of the hall, she took her best guess and opened the door to her right, which would be the other balcony room. The minute she stepped inside, she knew it belonged to Aidan. She was no werewolf when it came to scent, but she’d grown fond of his, and she picked it up immediately.

  A light was on beside the large bed, a four-poster and canopy similar to hers. The room was appointed much like hers, too, although manly greens and browns predominated. Aidan had a balcony, too, and a fireplace with two wingbacks and a coffee table arranged in front of it. Logs were laid for a fire, but it wasn’t lit, and the room felt vacant.

  Even so, she called his name. No one answered. Then she noticed something she’d missed in her first scan of her surroundings. The white dress shirt and dark slacks he’d had on when he’d left her in her room were draped across the end of the bed.

  But there was no light on in the bathroom and no sound of splashing water. Then, from somewhere outside, she heard a wolf howl. She ran to the French doors leading to the balcony and found them unlocked. With the best security system money could buy, the Wallaces didn’t need locks.

  She opened the doors and stepped out, gasping as a cold wind sliced through her. Below her on the cobblestoned driveway, three wolves paced restlessly by the front door. She forgot the cold as she stood watching them, totally mesmerized.

  Only a short while ago, she’d sat at an elegantly appointed table and held a conversation about world events with these three. And now ... they were wolves. Despite never seeing any of them in this form, Emma instantly identified each one.

  Howard had to be the large white wolf, who kept watching the front door, while Fiona, smaller and sporting a gleaming black coat, stayed close by. Roarke’s blond fur made him look ghostly white in the lamp’s glow as he romped around in playful abandon, as if enjoying the fresh night air. The white wolf howled again, impatiently.

  Then Aidan joined them, his dark brown coat tipped with silver, looking as magnificent as she remembered. He hadn’t come through the front door, so she had to assume there was another way in and out. Instead of a doggy door, they must have a wolfy door.

  One of these wolves knew where her laptop was, but she couldn’t exactly call out and ask them. Making her presence known at all might cause all sorts of bad things to happen, including imminent death, which she would very much like to avoid. Aidan wouldn’t kill her, but she wasn’t so sure about the other three.

  As if some signal had passed through the group, they loped off into the dark woods, with the white wolf in the lead. Aidan was easily as big as his father, and Emma found some comfort in that. Howard had seniority, though, and in a wolf pack, that counted for quite a bit. She’d researched it.

  When they were out of sight, she retreated into Aidan’s bedroom and closed the French doors. Man, it was cold out there. How could they stand it? But she supposed as wolves they had those gorgeous fur coats.

  If they’d gone for a run in the woods, that gave her a chance to search for her laptop. Moving quickly, she left Aidan’s bedroom and headed for the stairs. During dinner she’d learned the mansion had ten bedrooms in addition to the obligatory billiard room, library, and conservatory, which she had to assume contained a bunch of exotic plants. She felt like Miss Scarlet in a game of Clue.

  But if she were the person who’d confiscated her laptop, she wouldn’t leave it under a potted orchid or shoved between books on a library shelf. She’d put it in Howard Wallace’s office, so she decided to look for that room first. It didn’t take her long to find it on the ground floor.

  The room smelled of leather, imported cigars, and brandy. But if it contained her laptop, she wasn’t going to get it without a hacksaw or a blowtorch. Howard’s heavy wooden desk was locked, as was the wall safe she found behind a painting that looked like a Van Gogh original.

  Finally she realized that she was on a needle-in-a-haystack mission and her best strategy would involve returning to Aidan’s room and waiting for him to come back from his family-togetherness run. She climbed the stairs and made a quick trip to her room for a book to read before walking back down the hall.

  Without a fire going, his room was decidedly colder than hers, so she slipped off her shoes and climbed onto his bed. Propping several pillows behind her back, she pulled the fluffy comforter over her knees. He might not be happy to find her here in his bed. Then again, he might be delighted.

  If he turned out to be happy to see her, she’d need to remind him that the security cameras had surely recorded her every move. She didn’t much care whether they had and whether everyone knew she’d prowled through the mansion after they were gone. She wanted her laptop, and she would get it before the night was over, by God. If Aidan wanted sex, he could jolly well produce her laptop first.

  Aidan stood in the moonlit clearing, hackles raised, as he faced all three family members. His father’s low growl had intimidated him in the past, but he wouldn’t let it intimidate him now.

  They’d run for nearly an hour, stretching their legs, glorying in their strong animal bodies. But Aidan had known the run would end here, at the clearing where every important decision had been made since he could remember. He’d known that this would be where his resolve to protect Emma would
be tested.

  I don’t give a damn what you promised her. His father’s words came through loud and clear in the telepathic manner of Weres. She’s a danger to the pack, and our duty is clear. We must keep her on the estate.

  For how long?

  I’ll decide that.

  Aidan’s answering growl was as strong as his father’s. You’d imprison her?

  She’ll be given the best of care.

  Then you might as well kill her now because you will have taken away everything that she values—her bond with her mother, her writing career, her independence. She won’t give a damn about the luxurious surroundings if she doesn’t have those things. Are you prepared to take her life? Aidan knew he wouldn’t let that happen, but he had to throw out the challenge to make a point.

  Howard glared at his son. I won’t have her blood on my hands, and you know it.

  Then you’ll have mine. I’ll leave with her, and if you want to stop us, you’ll have to kill me.

  Fiona stepped forward. Will you two cut it out? There’s no need for the histrionics. We—

  Howard snarled a warning. This pup is challenging me. I won’t have it! He lunged forward and closed his powerful jaws over Aidan’s neck.

  Aidan threw him off but felt the skin tear. He circled his father, looking for an opening, ready to do what he had to for Emma.

  Stop it! Fiona threw herself between them, snapping and growling until both wolves backed away.

  Fiona stood between them, panting. I won’t have this!

  A rumbling growl rose from deep in Howard’s throat as he glared at Aidan. Your mother has always coddled you boys. I’ve never approved.

  Then tell her to step aside, and we’ll settle this.

  Howard turned to his mate. You heard your son. This is between Aidan and me.

  Roarke circled the group until he was shoulder to shoulder with Aidan. And me. I stand with my brother. He’s made a promise. Let him keep it. Emma won’t betray us.

  Aidan’s heart swelled with gratitude. Although he didn’t look at his brother, he hoped Roarke knew how much the support meant to him.

  His father snarled defiantly. And if she does betray us?

  Aidan met his father’s steely gaze. You will turn me over to the pack, and they will seek their revenge according to pack law.

  You would lay down your life for this human female?

  Yes.

  Fiona moved forward again. Then bind her, Aidan.

  Howard whirled toward her. No! Aidan’s the eldest son. He can’t mate with a human!

  Fiona stood calmly facing her life’s partner. I don’t like it any more than you, but it’s obvious he’s made his choice. And if she’s going to hold our fate in her hands, she needs to be one of us.

  But their offspring might not be Were!

  We have to take that chance. Fiona turned her attention back to Aidan. Bind her.

  No. She wouldn’t want that.

  His mother gazed up at the night sky. Males are all alike. They think they know everything. She looked at him. Ask her.

  And if she says no?

  His mother’s gaze softened. She won’t.

  But if she does?

  His father snorted. Then I’ll be saved the humiliation of having my eldest son mated to a human. His gaze swung to Roarke. I’m counting on you to give me Were grandchildren now that Aidan’s lost his mind.

  Not anytime soon, I hope. Roarke broke ranks and wandered off to sniff something in the bushes. I’m extremely busy sowing my wild oats.

  Don’t be sowing them in the wrong field. Howard glanced around the clearing. Are we done here? I’m ready for a warm fire and a warm bed.

  Aidan faced his father one more time. Just so we’re clear. Whether I bind Emma or not, she’ll be free to see her mother, continue with her writing career, and—

  Yes, yes. But I’ll want to approve all her manuscripts. I can begin on that first thing. Her laptop and flash drive have been confiscated.

  Aidan’s blood ran cold. Confiscated?

  Roarke brought me her laptop and her flash drive from her room.

  Aidan turned to where his brother browsed through the weeds. Roarke?

  They’re in the safe in Dad’s office. I figured we needed to know what she—

  Shit. Aidan took off at a run. Maybe she’d been too tired to check her computer case. Maybe she’d enjoyed a bubble bath and some coffee and chocolates before climbing into her big bed.

  That was wishful thinking. If he had to guess, he’d say that she was, at this very moment, ransacking every room in search of the most important piece of equipment in her creative life. No telling what sort of panic she’d go into because she’d been separated from that laptop.

  Roarke and his father had no clue what they’d done, but Aidan had studied Emma’s habits for three solid months. She wouldn’t take the theft of her laptop lying down.

  Chapter 27

  Emma did her level best to stay awake. She was furious about her laptop being snatched, and she struggled to hang on to her fury, but she’d had a long day. A long weekend, for that matter. The craziness was catching up with her.

  Several times the book slipped from her grasp, but she snatched it upright again and rubbed her eyes. She’d grabbed a book at random and should have chosen more carefully. Something involving murder and mayhem would have been good.

  Once Aidan showed up, her anger would reappear. She was sure of that. But he wasn’t here. Instead he was off racing through snowy woods with his immediate family. His laptop-stealing family.

  In their absence, the house was very, very quiet. And Aidan’s bed was very, very cozy. A girl couldn’t be blamed for snuggling down on pillows that were probably covered in thousand-thread-count cases. Or whatever the top thread count was these days. She’d have to research that, because if she intended to make her next batch of werewolves rich—no, wealthy—she’d have to know her glitz and glamour.

  First, though, she had to get her hands on her laptop, and then she might chain it to her wrist. Aidan should be back soon. Or maybe werewolves stayed out all night and slept all day. There was so much to learn ...

  Despite her best efforts, her eyelids closed. But just as she started to drift off, she heard a noise. Forcing her eyes open again, she saw Aidan standing in the bedroom doorway. Only it was Aidan the wolf, not Aidan the man. She blinked, just to make sure. Yep, Aidan the wolf.

  Even though she knew he was behind those golden eyes, her heartbeat kicked into high gear as she slowly sat up to gaze at him. He was a very big wolf, and she was a very small human. She wasn’t afraid, exactly.

  But she had a complaint, and even if he was a wolf right now, he would be able to understand her. “They took my laptop,” she said. “You have to get it back, Aidan.”

  He blinked once, turned around and left the room.

  Emma rubbed her hands over her face. “Dear God, I feel as if I’ve just given Lassie instructions to fetch a rope from the barn so we can pull little Timmy out of the well.”

  Would Aidan return with her laptop in his teeth? She hoped not. That wouldn’t be good for his teeth or her laptop. No, of course he wouldn’t do it that way.

  He was too logical, and logically, he’d have to shift back into human form to retrieve her laptop. That would leave him wandering through the mansion naked because the clothes he’d worn today lay over the end of the bed. If she’d been thinking, she would have tossed those at him before he left. But how a person was supposed to anticipate these situations and be prepared for them was a mystery to her. Maybe given enough time, she’d get used to the wolf-to-man-to-wolf thing, but she wasn’t there yet.

  The room seemed colder than it had before, and she was antsy waiting for Aidan. She decided to light the fire. After climbing out of bed, she used a small butane torch she found in the copper tub. The wood caught right away, which was lucky because she was a city girl who knew diddly-squat about making fires.

  She’d like to learn, though. Ther
e was something satisfying about watching the flames lick the wood and something sensual about the heat. She also loved the sweet smell of the smoke. Except the smoke was becoming a little overpowering and made her eyes water.

  “Good God! Are you trying to burn the place down?” Aidan rushed into the room holding her laptop and waving the smoke away with his free hand. “Did you open the flue?”

  “What’s a flue?” Even through the smoke, she could see that he’d found a pair of brown sweats to put on, probably swiped from Roarke’s room.

  He tossed the laptop on the bed and crouched in front of the fireplace. Then he stuck his hand into the flames. “Ouch! Shit, that’s hot!”

  “Aidan! You’ll burn yourself up!” Coughing from all the smoke in the air, she tried to pull him away from the fireplace.

  “Got it.” He withdrew his hand. “Open the French doors, and air it out in here. I’m going to the kitchen for some mustard for my fingers. They’re a little toasty.”

  “Your neck! You’re bleeding!”

  “Am I?” He swiped his unburned hand over his throat and it came away smeared with blood. “I’ll pick up some antiseptic ointment on my way back.” He pinned her with a look. “Stay here. Don’t leave this room.”

  “Okay.” The wound on his neck scared the bejesus out of her. The last time he’d had a wound like that had been on his leg after he’d tangled with Theo. Just now he’d been out in the woods with his family.

  She shivered. Had one of his own family members attacked him? And had she been the reason?

  After opening the French doors and trying to wave the smoke out, she abandoned the effort. Might as well just leave the doors open and let the night air suck out the smoke. Hugging herself to ward off the cold, she began to pace. Despite that jovial evening meal she’d shared with the Wallaces, she had to believe they were sharply divided about how to handle her.

  Aidan had pledged to protect her freedom. Had his demands on her behalf prompted an attack? Her tummy ached as she tried to imagine what had taken place in the woods. Had Aidan retaliated? How much blood had been spilled in her name?