The Jaguar's Romance

by Emilia Hartley

  “The cost is ridiculous!” he spluttered.

  “Shame. If I’d have flown in, I wouldn’t be so beat,” she chastised. Her stomach grumbled uneasily, knowing she was pressing major buttons. “You’d also be making more money because you would’ve had your A-list artist in your back pocket two days ago. So there’s a thought for the future.”

  Brian stammered over the line for a moment, and Jo could hear his building fury at her noncompliance. Would he fire her? Did she care?

  “Fine,” he finally spat. “But since you’re available a day early, I’ll phone the client and have them meet with you tomorrow. So change that reservation to one night, ASAP, Barrowman.” She heard him scribbling something down. “I’ll text you the details.” The line went dead.

  Jo stared down at the phone in her hand, and slowly, a smile spread across her lips. All this time, all she needed was a little assertion. Now she got to keep her job, and the fancy hotel. “You were right all along, Nick,” she murmured, her smile wilting almost immediately.

  She placed a palm on her forehead. “What have I done?” she groaned softly. She’d spent her entire life being afraid of doing well for herself, always taking a step back when things were too good to be true. Nick was so much more than too good. He was everything she needed and wanted, what she’d hoped and desired to become one day. A man like him told her that he was falling for her.

  And she ran away.

  With a sigh, she rolled out of the bed to prep the coffeemaker. She’d had him, right there in the palm of her hand, and she let him go. She hadn’t wanted to listen, to admit that despite her fears, she had felt the same way. But as memories of him holding her while she was crying and passionate nights tangled in bed sheets together wafted to the surface of her mind, she couldn’t deny it anymore. She didn’t know when, but in the short time she’d known him, Jo Barrowman had definitely fallen for him.

  “And then he turned into a bear,” she muttered, surprised as a bubble of laughter spilled over her lips. It sounded ridiculous when said out loud, tickling her to no end. She was soon doubled over in laughter, unable to control her reaction to the hilarity that was her life. Tears dotted the corners of her eyes as she clenched her sides. It felt therapeutic and definitely better than the crying.

  Finally, with a breathless sigh, she peered down at her phone screen. “Maybe when I’m done here, I can pay him a visit on the way home.” She told herself – even if it was only for closure, and maybe more than a little curiosity, but even dog tired and slightly depressed she couldn’t ignore the warm excited thrill that pooled in her belly at the thought of him.

  Sure, he was a bear, and as surreal as that sounded, it explained a lot of his mannerisms that had confused her before. His resilience to the cold, the way his lips curled when he was angry, the way he could handle her firmly, but gently all at the same time, as if he was afraid she’d break. No, she hadn’t had too good of a track record with bears in Rawlins, but her time with Nick had outshined that, ten-fold. She felt she knew him better now, and there was peace in that fact.

  Settling down with her mug of coffee, she pulled the book she’d been reading at the cabin out of her luggage case, opening to where she’d left off.

  Chapter Seventeen

  A flutter of kisses trailed down her throat, rendered breathless with ecstasy and yearning. A deep chuckle reverberated against the soft curve of her neck, sending delicious shivers through her body that met at his fingers just as he pushed them inside her.

  “It’s time to wake up sweetheart,” a warm voice purred in her ear as she gasped his name.

  “Nick!” Jo cried, rocketing upright in bed. She stared blearily out into the blackness of the hotel room, confused for a moment when the familiar décor of the cabin hadn’t greeted her as expected.

  A light glinted off to the side of her vision, her bright phone screen shining harshly against the pre-dawn darkness. She picked it up with blurry vision, scrubbing the sleep out of her eyes to check the time. 4:40 AM. Her phone then chirped a soft notification noise, alerting her that she’d received a third text message to add to the other two that were already there.

  “Fucking Brian,” she muttered softly. He was just the type to send messages at horrible hours in the morning to people he was angry at, so she wasn’t surprised. Annoyed, she flipped open the messages, reading about the ins and outs of the meeting set a little over five hours from now.

  She fell back into the sheets with a groan of frustration. Five hours. Not enough time to fall back to sleep, but too much time to wander around doing nothing. “Fucking Brian!” she said with a little more feeling this time.

  Flipping angrily out of bed, she set up the coffeemaker to brew a fresh pot, thinking of using her unwanted free time to maybe hit up one of those trendy street-side cafes to eat an overpriced bagel on Liberty Art’s dime.

  The coffee wasn’t great, but it brewed fast, for which Jo was grateful. Waking up was slow going on half a night’s sleep, even a bed as nice as the one this room had. Taking the first hot sip, Jo flung open the curtains, hoping she could maybe watch the sun rise as she nursed her coffee. Aside from the scattered streetlights, the sky was completely dark, no sign of the sun on the horizon. Despite her efforts, her heart fell all the same. It seemed that her life was slowly beginning to slip back into the routine of doing, being, and expecting nothing more than ‘just enough’. It wasn’t a terrible way to live, she admitted, but she couldn’t help but remember the opportunistic spontaneity that Rawlins had given her, albeit for only two short days. Would the girl she’d allowed herself to explore there be able to function in the life she’d succumbed to outside of the cabin?

  She chuckled, sad and lost. “What the hell am I doing?”

  The question echoed around the room. The walls were fancy, the furniture ornate, but the smile that played on her lips as she recalled her small victory last night… wasn’t enough. She shouldn’t have to speak that way to her boss to be treated like a decent human being. She shouldn’t have to fight tooth and nail to only get just enough. The life she’d lived before Rawlins wasn’t one she wanted to be a part of anymore.

  Standing with a new sense of purpose, she snatched up her phone, quick dialing Brian’s cell. Her heart raced as the dial tone buzzed, a million fireflies partying in her belly.

  “Barrowman, what the hell do you think—” Brian began, voice slurred with sleep but still managing to sound indignant.

  “I quit,” she spoke calmly into the phone.

  “Quit?!” he parroted incredulously. “Like hell, you’re qui—”

  “I quit,” she repeated, louder and firmer this time, leaving no room for further argument. “I’ll get you this client guaranteed. Then I’ll email you my resignation.” Without so much as a goodbye, she ended the call.

  She stared out into the quiet of her dim hotel room and had the overwhelming urge to jump up and own in total elation. She’d done it. She’d finally done it. She was no longer tied down by her personal hell. She quit her job, quit the stress, quit Brian—and now she felt free,

  “Nick would be so proud of me,” she whispered, a sad smile crossing her face. That settled it. She’d go see Nick on her way back home, at the very least to thank him for helping her become the woman she was able to be in the pre-dawn morning of a hotel room she’d fought for her right to have.

  ***

  “How are you feeling?”

  Nick rolled his eyes at his brother. “What do you think?”

  Tom held up an apologetic hand. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

  Nick rose with a grunt from where he was sitting to check on the jobs they had that day. There weren’t many.

  “Have you tried calling her?” Tom asked.

  Nick shook his head. “You didn’t see her, Tom,” Nick grumbled, solemnly. “She had terror in her eyes as she zoomed past the shop.” The memory that played in his head broke his heart all over again, and his bear mourned with him once more. “Calling her out
of the blue like that would only make her think she can’t escape. Why would I subject her to that torture?”

  Tom walked over to the task list, eyeing it with his brother. “I can get on with things here,” he said, quietly. “So you don’t have to stick around.” He patted Nick on the shoulder. “Why don’t you go start on the cabin repairs? Her scent’s all over that place, it should calm your bear, for a while anyway.”

  Nick shook his head, not really to decline, but rather because his mind was whirring non-stop and he needed to clear it in order for it to function like a normal member of society. “I don’t know. I haven’t been back there since…” He shuddered. “I’m just afraid of going back and having it all hit me at once.”

  Tom gave Nick a rueful smile. “You got this, bro. If you need me to help out, I can put things here on the backburner, but as you are now, you aren’t much help at all. Running hasn’t helped, neither has hunting. The cabin’s the only option you have left. Her scent is the closest you can get to her right now, so go take care of yourself.”

  Nick finally nodded, too many times as his mind began to overwork again. “Yeah, maybe. Thanks,” he said, deciding to leave at once. He stepped out into the cool weather without bothering to grab a jacket. Turning in the direction of the cabin, he strode into the wind, letting it bite at his skin. He remembered how the wind had blown like this the night he’d first brought her to the cabin, making her shiver down into her heavy coat. He’d give anything to be back there right now. She could always return, he allowed himself to think desperately. She was his mate after all. Sure, she was human, but she had to feel something, right? She had to feel as restless and unraveled as he did as he fought the coarse ice breeze to clean away the remnants of her essence that he never wanted to be without.

  He could smell her scent lightly on the air as he approached the cabin, evidence of her recent stay. Tom was right; Nick’s bear relaxed almost immediately as he drew closer. It was short lived, his bear jumping to attention with a snarl as Nick caught another scent… then another… and another. The Northern Wind Pack. He sprinted the rest of the way to the cabin, his every sense on alert.

  His heart fell as he took in the sad sight before him. The cabin had been aggressively vandalized by Lucas’s bears. There was no sign of them at the moment, but he could tell that they hadn’t been gone too long, perhaps attacking sometime during the night.

  The cabin door had been torn from its frame once again, hanging crazily on its hinges. The temporary paint job he’d done had been scraped away, the wood underneath dented and beaten down by large paws. The windows that had survived the first cabin attack had not fared too well this time, all in various stages of destruction. The peep windows’ plastic covers had been shredded to smithereens. They’d dug up the yard, marked the stone foundation with their scent, and tore up the dark wooden planks on the porch.

  He shoved the door aside with a growl, his anger allowing him to easily tear it the rest of the way off its broken hinges. With a touch of surprise, he noticed that the inside was virtually unscathed. Sure, he could trace their scents through the house as they’d apparently took some time to give themselves a tour, but they’d left most everything untouched. He closed his eyes, breathing in a chest full of oxygen, both he and his bear sighed in relief when he picked up on the unmistakable scent of the woman he loved. At the very least, they hadn’t taken that away from him. Not yet.

  He nodded, centering his mind and getting back to the task at hand. A scent caught his attention, his heart sped slightly as he tracked it to the kitchen, and his bear rattled a growl in warning. His mood darkened as he passed the dining table, noticing a piece of paper that lay upon it. He thought hopefully that it might be from Jo, but upon picking it up, he knew it wasn’t. The script was sloppy as if the person who’d wrote it wasn’t all that accustomed to humanoid hands. It was scrawled on the back of a torn romance novel cover.

  WATCH YOUR STEP ALPHA

  With a sickening realization, the scent that has drawn Nick to the kitchen became disgustingly obvious as he took in several puddles of urine they’d used to mark their territory.

  The note crushed in his hand on reflex, Nick’s nose flaring in rage. They’d dare challenge his territory like this…

  The bear roared loudly within him, its strength rippling through his body. It wanted to be let free, wanted to find the entire Northern Wind Pack and tear them limb from limb for what they’d done. “Not yet,” Nick growled, forcefully calming himself. First and foremost, he’d tidy the place, getting as much done before darkness fell. Broken glass would be swept, foreign fluids would be cleaned, windows would be boarded, and the door would be reset on its hinges for the second time.

  Then, he promised his bear…they’d go hunting.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jo smiled dutifully as the client’s manager—a kind youngish man—spoke on and on about how wonderful a painter the potential client was.

  She nodded her umpteenth agreement, glancing inconspicuously at the clock that hung on the meeting room’s wall. Nearly an hour since the meeting began, and they hadn’t even gotten to negotiations. “Yes, yes,” she murmured when the manager dared to take a breath. “I agree wholeheartedly with your praise. Your painter showcases amazing talent that we could not be more honored to display at Liberty Art.” The man nodded emphatically, diving back into his spiel that she was sure he probably practiced over and over in the shower that morning. As he prattled on about various artworks that had won various award, Jo’s mind began to wander.

  She wondered about how Nick was doing, if he was missing her the way she missed him. Had he already moved on? Would he be angry when she stopped by unannounced to say hello? Would he still admit to falling for her? Could she admit her truths to him? Should she?

  Tom was another issue entirely. He’d wanted her far away from Nick. Now that she’d seen them turn into bears, she supposed she could understand why. She counted his overprotectiveness of his brother as a small blessing. Fixing her car faster than expected had given her the time she needed to be by herself and clear her head, working through the shock and incredulity so she could decide what she really wanted.

  What she really wanted was to go back and see Nick.

  The man’s voice raised a decibel, desperation growing in his tone as he continued to talk. It interrupted Jo’s train of thought, dragging her reluctantly back to the conversation.

  She bit back her frustration at still being there, interrupting the manager mid commendation. “Excuse me,” she said politely. “My apologies, but I must press you for a decision. I’m on something of a tight schedule today.”

  The manager sighed. “I must be honest with you, I was hoping you would push harder for the job.”

  “Listen,” Jo replied, sitting forward and folding her hands in her lap. “Liberty Art is an excellent gallery. Artists have gotten their start and gone on to do great things in the art scene with our help. But you already know that. What’s the point in trying to sell ourselves when you’ve already paid?”

  He pressed his lips together. “You do have a point,” he mumbled, not meeting her gaze.

  “We want your client’s work, as you well know. I’m sure it would be great exposure for him, but at the same time, we can’t sit around chipping away the hours of our day waiting until a decision falls into our laps.” She sat back, eyeing the manager confidently. “After all, we are a business at the end of the day. I’m sure you understand.”

  The man seemed to steel his resolve, nodding as he stood to his feet. He held his hand out. “Thank you for being so frank with me. I’ll send the contract over to Liberty Art this afternoon.”

  Jo grinned widely, standing as well before accepting his firm handshake. “You’re most certainly welcome. I look forward to seeing his work in our gallery.” She watched him go, a sense of satisfaction in her chest. She may have quit with her best interests at heart, but she’d no doubt miss this part most of all—closing on a deal. T
here was nothing better than that moment when everybody came to an agreement. She nodded, taking a slow deep breath as she settled her thoughts. This part of her life was over now. It was nice to end the chapter on a high note.

  Grinning to herself, Jo flipped open her laptop and emailed Brian, giving him the rundown of the meeting and letting him know that he should expect to get the client’s details sometime today. Lastly, she attached the short and clean resignation letter to the bottom of the email before sending it off. Closing the laptop carefully, she sat back in her chair and looked around. Everything was exactly as it had been a minute ago, but it felt completely different.

  She was free.

  ***

  The day’s drive back to Rawlins dragged on painfully slow. When she finally stumbled out of her car to run into the shop office, it was daybreak of the following day.

  “Nick?” she called, pushing open the door. “Nick?”

  “Jo?” Tom launched from the back room into the office, his eyes wide with shock. “You came back?”

  Jo nodded, happily. “Yeah, I finished early with my business in San Francisco and thought I’d stop by to apologize.” She looked around eagerly. “Did he step out for food or someth—”

  “He’s not here,” Tom growled. Jo began to notice little stress lines on his face that likely meant he hadn’t been sleeping “He’s gone.”

  “Gone?” Jo repeated, the sight of him visibly bristling making her take a step backward “I… I’m sorry, Tom. I know you’re trying to keep me out of Nick’s life, and I’m sure you think you’re intentions are good, but I need to speak to him for just a moment and I’ll be on my way.”

  Tom shook his head. “No, Jo. I mean he’s gone. He left and I have no idea where he is,” Tom finished, eyes slightly panicked.

  Jo’s heart began to hammer in her chest. “What do you mean? What happened?”

  Tom shrugged roughly, running a hand through his hair. “He’d gone to the cabin to fix it up some. That was the last time I saw him.” He began to pace, his hands gripping one another tightly. “Sometime later, he called while I was away from my phone. His message…” He looked up at Jo with and intense gaze, “he said was going after them. The entire enemy clan. By himself.