“Her highness in there could drive a man to drink.” He added darkly, “Or murder.”
Clint cocked an eyebrow and followed Anthony into the office, where Gia Roberts, Julian’s tall and svelte second in command, leaned over his desk, palms braced wide, and whispered harshly. She shut up as soon as they entered and turned to glare at Anthony.
Julian heaved a put upon sigh and spoke to Clint. “Just once, I’d like to not be the guy in charge.” He stood and circled the desk, giving both Anthony and Gia a hard glare. “You two need to just get it over with.”
“What?”
He rolled his eyes. “Sex, Gia. Fuck him and get it out of your system. You’re not any good to anyone like this.”
Her face reflected her shock at his words, but when Clint looked at Anthony, he saw just the opposite. He wasn’t surprised by the suggestion at all. He was very, very interested. Clint hoped this wasn’t going to be a problem in this new joint werewolf/human venture. They’d agreed to a test. A small group of Hunters from both groups would pair up. Share information. Work together. Julian had decided to assign Gia to work with Anthony.
“That is the craziest idea you’ve had yet, Julian.”
Anthony moved up behind her, rested his palm on the back of her neck, and pulled her toward him. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. Clint’s superior hearing easily picked up the taunt.
“I don’t know about that. Unless you’re as cold in bed as out of it?”
She sucked in an outraged breath, wrenched free from his grip, and stomped out of the room.
“Nice going,” Clint said.
Anthony gave his signature, unperturbed shrug. “You know as well as I do, it doesn’t always start easy. Inevitable though. She’ll come around. Some things are written in stone.”
Clint pulled Ellen into the circle of his arms. Yes. Some things were meant to be, no matter how hard you fought them. Ellen was a surrender he’d treasure for the rest of his life.
The End
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