would be yes. That’s what Reese would say. Something in the back
of her mind didn’t agree, told her it would never happen, even if one of them were
remotely serious when hitting on her.
Regardless of her attraction or lack of, it didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate a good-looking
man in a nice fitting pair of jeans though.
Tired of waiting Avery knocked on the bar, garnering the closer twin, Levi’s attention.
He nodded and started toward her. It took him a minute or two to reach her through
the throng of women attempting to get his attention.
A bra whizzed by her head and landed on his chest right before he stopped in front
of her.
“Nice,” she said, tilting her head to the side, pretending to study the silky confection.
“I’m not sure seafoam green is your color. You look more like peach.”
Levi wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously before plucking the garment off and tossing
it on the wire strung above his head. “Good thing I don’t plan on wearing it then.
What can I do for you, Avery?”
“Steak, rare, and a Black and Tan. Tall as they come.”
“Partying it up tonight? If you need someone to keep you company later, I’d be happy
to help out.” A grin kicked up the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with interest.
Nope. No blips on the sexual radar. Bummer .
Avery shook her head and surreptitiously took a glance around the room. “I appreciate
it, but I’m good.”
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” He shrugged and reached for
a glass.
She kept her gaze on the people in the area, searching as he made her drink, not noticing
when he set it down in front of her.
“I’ll have Tammy bring your steak out. You sitting in the usual spot?” He nudged the
beer toward her expectantly.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah.” She dug into her purse, pulled out a couple bills, and handed them
over.
“You seem preoccupied. You finally see someone you’re interested in?”
“No,” she bit out quickly. Avery ducked her head as embarrassed heat spread to her
cheeks. She wasn’t a good liar, and he would have no problem figuring it out. Picking
up the beer, she took a long drink. The cool liquid rushed down her parched throat.
“I thought.…” She broke off not even sure what to say. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.
Thanks for the beer, Levi.”
“Sure thing, Avery.” He looked at her quizzically, as if attempting to figure something
out. “If you need an ear, I’m happy to listen. I am a bartender after all.”
She laughed and turned away, taking her drink with her. “Thanks for the offer. I’ll
keep that in mind.” As she made her way to her table, she didn’t smell the alluring
scent of grass or earthy musk. It had to have been a fluke. A strange combination
of cologne and arousal grabbing her attention.
Hell, her lioness was probably protesting the lack of food and drink. She did manage
to skip lunch earlier in her rush to get to the townhouse.
Chapter Three
Declan Weller reached for his beer, downing the remnants. He wanted, no needed to get out of Chugs. The place may be the spot for the students of Shifter U, but it was in no way, shape, or form his idea
of a good time. The music thumped, voices rose minute by minute, and the sickly sweet
scent of arousal and musk was damn near overwhelming. He expected an all-out orgy
to break out on the dance floor due to pheromones pouring out from the occupants.
The only reason he stepped foot in the establishment was to meet up with a couple
of the guys on the River Rock police force who would be taking the same Law and Ethics
course as him. Conflicting schedules preventing them from meeting at work and with
a week before class, it was a now or never kind of deal. Nothing beat hanging out
on a Saturday night at a bar filling up with obnoxious shifters away from home for
the first time.
He grunted in disgust as two fresh-faced girls teetered