professional suites, tucked on the sidewall between the cinema and Sam’s Steakhouse.
Dylan couldn’t wait to see what Hawthorne would think of the gym. It had been primarily established so the werewolves would have somewhere suitable to use up their excess energy. Cadfael knew that with too many single young males around, trouble would inevitably occur unless they were able to distract themselves in fun and useful ways. There was plenty of work available at the mall. The gym was to add some fun. It was one of the areas Cadfael had greatly expanded when he became managing director of the mall and Alpha of the pack.
The back wall of the gym had been moved out, enlarging the fitness center to more than twice its original size. A boxing ring, lots more weight and exercise machines, and a lap swimming pool had been added, along with a steam room and an aerobics room. Originally most of the men had sneered at the concept of aerobics classes, until a sexy little wolf had started taking the lessons, and then suddenly they’d become extremely popular.
Maelor swiped open the door to the gym for them and let Hawthorne enter first. Dylan deliberately stood to the side so he could watch her look around.
Andreas, the manager of the fitness center, was on the reception desk as he so often was. He liked to know exactly who was in his gym at all times.
“Hi, Maelor, hi, Dylan, and I’m guessing you’ll be Willow’s sister. You have the same hair and eyes.”
“That’s right. I’m Hawthorne. I don’t have any money right now, but as soon as the house is sold I plan to become a member. Can I please just look around? And maybe take some brochures about the programs and costs?”
“Of course. But since you work here you can start coming as soon as you wish, and we’ll backdate your membership when you actually join up. As a worker at Hanson Mall you get the discount rate. I’m Andreas, the manager. Ask me any questions you want.”
“Thank you.”
Dylan felt jealous of the lovely smile she gave Andreas, and had to prevent himself from snarling and snatching her to himself. Instead, he stayed beside her as she walked through the complex, looking at everything.
“Wow!”
“Wow what?” asked Maelor.
“You’ve got mirrored walls and a sprung floor and everything. That’s awesome. I hope there’s a Zumba class I can join.”
“Zumba?” Maelor looked at Dylan and he shrugged. She might as well have been speaking a foreign language to him. He boxed, used the weights and rowing machines, and occasionally swam. That was the limit of his knowledge about the place.
All he knew was that the more he saw of Hawthorne Cunliffe, the more he wanted to get to know her better. Preferably naked and in his bed. Or in Maelor’s bed. Either would work as long as the three of them were together.
Chapter Two
After Maelor and Dylan had walked Hawthorne back to her apartment, Maelor turned to Dylan. “If we want to make her ours we need to talk, and plan, and get our act together. Did you see the look Andreas gave her?”
“Yes, I did. But he’s way too smart to push in on our territory. However, if Hawthorne doesn’t want us, all bets are off. I expect he’ll be after her himself in a heartbeat.”
“Damn straight he will be. That’s why I said we need to—”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you. But I’m way overdue to return from my lunch break. I have to get back to my office. What shift are you on today? Have you finished for the day or what?”
“I’m on early shift this week. Midnight to 8:00 a.m.”
“Well, damn. That’s not going to work. By the time I get off tonight you’ll be asleep getting ready for your shift, and I should be at work at eight when you get off shift.”
“I don’t want to wait a whole week before we talk. I usually get some quiet time to think on this shift. It’s mostly just walking around making sure the cleaning crew is doing its thing and checking that no one is vandalizing the