Page 22 of Cold Foot Revenge
“That’s…She’s your ex-girlfriend?”
“Yep,” Dylan clipped out.
“And she’s from around here?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Oh. How long did you date?”
“It felt like four-hundred years,” he said in an exasperated tone.
“To us too. I would’ve paid you fifty bucks to break up with that one.”
“Well, you preaching about her only made me hang on longer,” Dylan said.
“Stubborn boys. I’m telling you, Roxy, if you ever bare sons, you should know they’ll do the exact opposite of what you advise them to do.”
“Mom.”
“You said you brought a million girls to meet your parents,” Roxy said, hung up on that. Liar liar, pants on fire.
“Well, I didn’t want to freak you out. It’s just a fun night. Nothing serious.”
He’d brought her to meet his parents. Her. Roxy the shifter stripper. He’d done that when it wasn’t normal for him. Huh.
She pressed the side of her leg against his, and he slid her a look.
“Just breathe,” she told him. “It’s all good.”
He had a bite of prime rib on his fork, and without saying a word, he offered it to her. Roxy leaned forward and took the bite while making a chomping sound, then let off a little dramatic groan at how good it was.
The tension was gone again after that and didn’t make a return. However, she had learned something important about Dylan tonight.
He wasn’t a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, and he wasn’t a charmer with the ladies. Whatever had happened with his ex had made something in his soul go darker when he spoke of her.
Hurt like that could make it scary for a man to try again, and so it made her appreciate the little things even more.
Him opening doors for her.
The way he’d stopped her from being defensive earlier with affection.
The protective way he liked to hold her legs to keep her close to him.
The way he shared his food.
To humans that might not be a big deal, but to shifters? To coyotes?
Oh, she liked this one. She liked him a lot.
She liked him so much, but now more than ever, it was important to get him to leave this city.
Oh, she knew what had happened to his brother, but she also knew that it was an accident.
It had been Dylan the Grit-Bron Crew had wanted. Not Garret.
Chapter Six
Real life was looming over Roxy like a dark cloud.
