Page 29 of Savoring Her Snake

“She watches you,” he says.

“Luckily, she let me come to work with her.”

“Would it have stopped you if she said no?” he asks.

“No.” I smile. “I would have come, anyway.”

“I know.” He smiles.

“She’s been through some shit,” I say.

“Most of us have,” he says, looking over his shoulder. “All of us have experienced shit. You will help her.”

“You think I can?” I ask, and he meets my eyes.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he rumbles.

“Perhaps.” I will do everything possible to make her happy.

“I will try to keep the crew from interfering too much. They plan to stay a few days.” He turns his back to the bar. All of them have the ability to hear our conversation, but they seem to be giving us privacy. Sally is entertaining them with the story of their time in captivity. “Thank you for taking care of Gabby.”

“I killed them. I didn’t do much as it didn’t take much effort.” I don’t need gratitude for something that was a pleasure to do.

“We would have been devastated if something happened to her.” He stares at his mate. “Gabby has a light inside that I would hate to dim. Stephanie would kill to keep her whole.”

“I’m glad I was here to do it. Sally and Roxanne were outnumbered.” I look around Quinn, checking on Juliana. My eye twitches as I see a man smile at my mate. Fuck, I have to stop obsessing.

“Sally and Roxanne are trouble.”

I look away from Juliana.

“Yes,” I smirk. I have a soft spot for Sally. She can be overwhelming. She is filled with love to give, which she heaps on the family she found.

“Fuck, no,” Bram growls, and I swivel.

“Damn, hello, big bad wolf,” Sally says, twirling her hair.

“Are you serious?” he asks, stopping between me and the table.

“It’s going to be fine,” I assure him, almost wanting to laugh at his expression. “Everyone, this is Bram, the owner. He doesn’t think we can behave.”

“Perceptive,” Roxanne snorts. “Also, very hot.”

“Mom,” Maverick scolds.

“What? I may be your mom, but I’m still a woman,” she replies, leaning back in her chair. She props her elbow on the back, biting the tip of her finger as she stares at Bram.

“A vampire,” Bram hisses. “You brought a vampire into my bar.”

“No one brings me anywhere,” Micah drawls. “Calm down, wolf. We came to visit our family. We are going to have a nice night: drink a few drinks, and maybe eat some food. We will leave your bar just as we found it.”

“I don’t believe you,” Bram says, narrowing his eyes as he looks from one powerful creature to the next. His gaze settles on Micah, and I can sense his distrust of vampires.

“That’s your choice.” Micah plays with Daisy’s hair.

“Bram,” Sally calls. When he focuses on her, she continues, “I promise we will be on our best behavior.” Bram stares at her, seeing her for the bold, beautiful woman she is, and almost loses his anger. “Anytime you want to have a drink, let me know.” Her smile turns wicked.

“That is a tempting offer, sexy rabbit.” He shakes his head and looks at me. “I’ll blame you if something happens.”

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