by Trina M. Lee
“Your pack is huge. Why not hook up with another wolf?” I refused the cigarette when she offered it. I was down to just a few a day. Good for me.
“Been there, done that. It just leads to awkward shit within the pack. I prefer to keep my personal life personal. And I kind of like human guys. They’re always so surprised when I throw them down and rip their clothes off.” She chuckled to herself at a naughty memory.
I watched as Rowen flagged down a cab and got the guy safely inside. They exchanged a few words, and the cab drove off. Running a hand through his blue ’hawk, Rowen flashed me the smile that always made me weak.
“Go get laid,” Jett quipped. “You reek like lust.”
Despite her ribbing, I knew she was happy for me. She just showed her happiness through snarky remarks.
When he rejoined us, Rowen said, “I convinced him to head home and get some sleep. We had a good talk. I may have got him thinking about rehab.”
“In ten minutes you managed that?” Jett asked. “Shit. You’re good. No wonder you have wings already.”
Rowen grinned and ducked his head, embarrassed by her praise. Taking his hand, I slipped my fingers between his and squeezed. He squeezed back, and we shared a look.
With a nudge, I asked Jett, “Do you still want to jam?”
She cast a last glance at the punk rocker with the spikes. “Yeah, let’s go. Bring lover boy. He can play bass.”
“You sure that’s ok?” Rowen’s grin was teasing. “Our bands might consider that some kind of treason.”
“Aw, screw ’em. I happen to know for a fact that Tash song writes with Mr. Country. I don’t suppose Arrow would want to come by, hang out, and have a drink.”
Rowen’s smile faltered. “I doubt it. I’ll text him though.”
My heart ached as his smile faded. Rowen didn’t like to discuss his relationship with Arrow in too much detail. They were still friends, though embracing each other as brothers would take time. Being on opposing sides wasn’t going to make that easy.
We headed for the parking lot with Jett chattering up a storm. She was great at lightening a dark mood. In no time she had us laughing and joking along with her. When Rowen and I showed her the song we’d written together, she didn’t even get mad. She just wanted to steal it for Crimson Sin.
After we ran through the song a few times, she admitted, “I kind of hate to say it, but you two make a pretty good team.”
I exchanged a look with Rowen, who gave me a sexy wink. My heart fluttered the way it always did when he looked at me like that.
“Yeah.” I fiddled with the pegs on my guitar, hoping to hide my goofy blush. “We really do.”
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Trina writes urban fantasy that is dark and gritty with a twist of romance and horror but which is ultimately about people in dark places discovering who they are and what they’re made of.
A lover of rock music, vampires and muscle cars, Trina is a dreamer who always secretly wanted to be a rockstar. She lives in Alberta, Canada with her bass player husband, fierce teenage daughter and three annoying but super cute cats. She has a Venus Fly Trap that loves baby talk and a Dodge Charger named Delilah.
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