Page 36 of Loup Garou

I snickered. “It was all I had at the moment. I was too scared to think of anything earth shattering.”

“You talked your dad into letting you spend almost every night at my house for weeks because I couldn’t deal with what I was, what I was expected to do. At least not until I took my first one to…”

I closed my eyes and nodded. “To protect me. I remember. You switched gears. Stopped overthinking and just started doing. It was amazing, Gina.”

“Thank you for being there for me, Lindsay.”

“Don’t thank me, Gina. Don’t ever thank me. So much of what you’ve done has been for me. It’s me who owes you a thank-you.”

“No,” Myra said, lifting her heels in the air while she lay on her side. “It’s the male currently known as Prince that owes Gina a thank you.”

“He owes you one too, and Jay,” I said with a tiny laugh.

Jay let out a choked snore and opened his eyes slightly. “Huh?”

I winked at him. “Go back to sleep. But could you lie on your side? You’re snoring—again.”

He rolled onto his side and tossed his arm over Gina. She tossed it right back at him. “Nice try.”

He smacked his lips. “I thought so.”

Myra nudged Jay. “Don’t go there. She has a man. Paco.”

“Paco?” Jay asked, and let out a deep, throaty growl. Myra glanced at me. It was something a supernatural male typically did to lay claim to what was his. When Myra lifted her brows, I knew she was wondering the same thing I was—was Jay into Gina?

It made perfect sense. He originally gravitated towards me to inquire about her, but she’d paid him no mind. Ignoring hot men was a very Gina thing to do. If she wasn’t in the mood to screw them, she didn’t really bother with men in general. Killing things seemed to satisfy most of her basic needs.

“We are not bringing Paco into this discussion.” Gina went to smack Myra on the butt but ended up falling onto Jay instead. He tried to bear hug her and she pressed her fingers to his windpipe. “Hug me and die.”

Jay looked all too pleased with the idea of being “punished” by Gina.

Exavier chuckled, drawing my attention to him. Since I had Myra on one side and Exavier on the other, I decided to slide back a bit so I could see them both. Glancing over at Exavier, I found him staring at me. He lay on his side with his head propped up on his hand.

“What?” I asked, unsure why he was looking at me like that.

“I’ve missed you, Linds.”

“Well, I only spent like five minutes in the bathroom. I had to pee and then there was hand washing time on top of it.”

Myra snorted. “Such a lady. Your mother would die if she heard you say the word pee to him.”

“My mother can’t die. She will live forever—telling me what a loser Tim was and how I need to move on and get over him.”

“You and Tim weren’t an item. He was one of your closest friends. How the hell can she say you need to get over him?” Gina asked, pushing Jay’s hands off her once more. “Boy, I’ll rip off whatever touches me next.”

Jay actually looked as if he were entertaining the idea of risking life and limb to touch her again. I shook my head, hoping the man would be smart enough to leave well enough alone. He tried to make contact once more and she made a quick move. He jerked his hand back and licked his lips. “Mmm, such a fiery one.”

“Because,” Myra said, sighing, “Lindsay will take some secrets to her grave and knows it’s better to let her mother and father believe her troubles come from Tim’s death—and only Tim’s death. Can you even imagine what her father would do if he knew the truth?”

Not wanting to discuss it any further, I focused on Exavier. “Okay, you know about us. Tell us something about you.”

“I don’t just sing.” He touched my chin and smiled. “I also play guitar.”

Gina put her hand up. “I knew he played the guitar already. New one.”

“I’m trying to convince Lindsay to go on tour with me.”

Myra shook her head. “Nope. Can’t use that one because I already knew you wanted her to.”

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