The Wolf's Mate Book 4: Michael & Shyne Read Free Page B

because she was cute.
    “Something up?” Toby, one of their regular bouncers, asked as Michael stepped outside onto the sidewalk in front of the bar.  Toby was a big man, not fat but just solid.  He had legs like tree trunks and a body like a brick wall.  He made an excellent bouncer, and he was part of the pack.
    “Nah.  I just needed a breath of fresh air.”
    A loud engine broke the afternoon silence, and an incredible Viper SRT pulled to a stop at the traffic light.  Just behind it, a black van that looked like it came out of an old A-Team episode eased behind the car so close that they almost touched, and then a Ford F-350 joined them.  The Viper swung into the parking lot of Jake’s suddenly, and so did the truck and the van.
    “This must be TrayneWrek,” he said out loud.  If Toby cared, he didn’t acknowledge it.  Right now, Toby was just hanging out before the evening shift, pulling guard duty while the bands played in case Michael pissed them off, which had happened more than once.  He couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.
    A woman eased out of the car and Michael's jaw dropped to the sun-heated concrete at his feet.  Hello, angel .  Dressed entirely in white, from her stiletto heels and tiny mini skirt to the form fitting tank top, she looked like she’d just dropped right out of heaven.  Sunshine-blonde hair fell to her waist in fat curls, moving like a lush wave.  He half expected to see a halo nestled in those curls.
    And then she cursed like a sailor to the man that climbed out of the A-Team van.  “You run up on my ass like that again and I’ll skin you alive!”  She threw a punch at him, and he ducked with a laugh.  Spinning deftly, she elbowed him in the kidneys, and he doubled over with a groan.
    “That was not fair,” the man laughed, standing up and pressing his hand into his side.  “You better hope I can still sing.”
    A very large man unfolded himself from the passenger seat of the Viper.  How he fit in there, Michael wasn’t sure, but he was huge.  And not just big like Toby, but he wore his flesh like armor, like he was protecting himself.
    The angel spied them, and he was sure his mouth was still hanging open like an idiot, so he tried to remember how to work his jaw to shut it.
    The closer she got, the more he felt like he was looking directly into the sun.  Her pixie face, complete with heart shaped mouth, loomed into view, and she said, “You Gerrick?”
    Finding his voice, he managed, “Yeah.  You guys TrayneWrek?”
    “You bet.”  She stuck out her hand, and he shook it.  “Name's Jazlyn.  With a ‘y’.”
    He said, “Oh, you’re a wolf?”
    “Yeah, you too?”  She cocked her head to the side.  “Is this a pack-run bar?”
    “Yeah. I’m managing it for a while until we can find someone to take over.  We kind of inherited it.  Are you part of a pack?”
    “We’re our own pack.  We broke ties with our former pack a while ago.  We’re not looking to join up.”
    He nodded.  “I’ll let the alpha know; he’ll probably want to talk to you if you get the job.”
    “Well,” she grinned and flashed perfectly white teeth, “we're awesome, so you should probably call him.”
    He opened the door into the club with a chuckle.  Four men followed her, each carrying a piece of equipment, and then the mountain man brought up the rear.  He was fairly certain the man could snap him in half like a piece of kindling.  Best to stay on his good side.  Mentally locking his mouth, he walked inside with Toby.
    The mountain man stood protectively next to Jazlyn, and they looked like an odd pair.  He dwarfed her on a grand scale.  His head was completely shaved, and he had a goatee that made him look like a serial killer.  And a freaking cross tattoo on his neck.  Could that be her boyfriend?  She seemed like such a delicate thing, with a big mouth.  That must be why Michael liked her already.
    Remembering he had a job to do, he