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There was no good reason I should be as attracted to him as I was. He was rail thin, and half the time his thick, black hair looked like he’d forgotten to even brush it. The man had the most perpetual case of bedhead I had ever seen, but somehow it worked on him.
The locks that had just enough curl in them to wave the slightest bit were always falling over his brow, refusing to be tamed. He was fussy in his appearance otherwise though, so I leaned toward the hypothesis that he just forgot to brush it sometimes. Whatever the reason, I constantly had to fight with myself not to reach up and brush the unruly locks back from his face. Or tame it with my hands.
Oh, who was I kidding?
I wanted to bury my hands in those thick, midnight black, luscious locks, pull him into my chest, bend down and…
Easy there, don’t even start!My dragon grumbled, stomping his feet beneath my skin.That omega is not at all interested in us.
My dragon wasn’t wrong.
Ronen and I had definitely gotten off on the wrong foot. From the moment I had applied for my library card, his intense green eyes had stared me down like I was dog shit on the bottom of his shoe.
He’d spoken just enough to get me my card and basically sent me on my way. Which was fine, it was a library, not like I needed a guided tour. But I wouldn’t have been opposed to the sexy librarian showing me around the stacks.
All I had been able to do was stare at his pretty green eyes and try not to get overwhelmed by the delicious scent of him. Like most omegas, he smelled sweet. His scent reminded me of toasted marshmallows, sugary with the slightest hint of woodsmoke.
His scent had my cock wide awake and begging for attention, as he explained the library rules–weren’t they all about the same everywhere–his voice crisp and polished.
Ronen Sinclair just did it for me, in every single way there was. I had never been more attracted to any omega than I was to him, and he made it clear he did not feel the same. Didn’t stop me from trying though.
Maybe if you’d stop losing his books,he’d be friendlier, my dragon suggested, and I could see him using air quotes around the word losing.
Shush. It’s not like I actually lost them. I would never be so careless with a book. And I pay for every book I add to our hoard, so I don’t know what you are complaining about.
Well, he doesn’t know that, now does he? He thinks you’re just completely irresponsible with his precious babies and can’t be trusted. Honestly, I’m surprised he still lets you borrow books. I would have cut you off five books back.
Oh, fuck off! I’m adding to your hoard so just…you know what? This conversation is over.
Very mature.
Shoving my new books into the empty passenger seat of my SUV, I started the engine. Waiting for it to warm back up, I called into the station to see if there was anything going on I should know about.
Sweet Alps was a fairly low crime town, most of the time. Sure, we had the handful of occasional petty thefts, a few domestics, but I spent more time giving out speeding tickets than anything.
Last week, there had been some cows that had wandered onto the highway from a hole in one of the local farmers’ fences. That had been pretty exciting, and I had enjoyed it, because…cows.
I’d spent a fair amount of time after we had rounded them up speaking to the farmer who owned them. I was planning to add to my little farm with a couple head of beef cows this spring, so I had picked the man’s brain on the best type to get.
Since dispatch let me know there was nothing pressing that needed my attention, I reached into my glove box and pulled out the small plastic duck I had found at the mall this past weekend. It was yellow, was wearing a hat like Sherlock Holmes, had black glasses, and was reading a bright purple book. It was perfect.
Cruising around the block, I made two laps before pulling into the back parking lot of the library. Most people parkedback here, as there was more space than trying to find a spot on the street. And there was a door that led inside, and you could bypass the long trek up the concrete steps at the front entrance.
I chose to use the front entrance, because I was usually there a few minutes before they opened, and it allowed me the opportunity to stare in at Ronen. Not one single time had that man ever opened the doors for me early. Nine o’clock on the dot every single day.
There were a couple of cars already parked in the back lot, besides the black Jeep I knew was Ronen’s. Pulling into an empty spot a few cars over from Ronen’s, I surveyed the area, and saw that no one was lingering in their cars.
Good, the coast was clear.
Leaving my vehicle running, I quickly walked over to Ronen’s Jeep and placed the duck on his windshield, on top of his driver’s side wiper. Wiping my hands on my denim clad thighs, I quickly turned and smacked into a hard chest. Bouncing back an inch, I stared into the icy blue eyes of Jamie Sinclair, Ronen’s alpha dad.
Fucking hell. Where had he come from?
The man was as tall as me, his chest wide, and his stomach just beginning to show the first hint of softness that hadn’t reached his chest yet. I’d never admit it, but slamminginto him had hurt.
His black hair was just starting to show some hints of gray, even though I knew he had to be in his mid-sixties at the very least, if not older. The wolf shifter gave me a crooked grin, that honestly did nothing to put me at ease. There was always something about Jamie that was just a little…dangerous.
Which seemed completely at odds with the mostly retired club owner, but I would be lying if I said I hadn’t heard the rumors around town about the man.
