Page 46 of His White Moonlight
I rolled my eyes at her desperation.
“She’s not my sister,” Bennett said.
Storm’s smile grew a little brighter at his attitude toward me.“Which is why I thought you might like a little break and a change in company.We can go for a run.”
“No.”
He started to close the door on her, and she had the guts to put out a hand and stop it.
“Bennett, I’ve heard what’s happening at the office.You’re pushing your luck.You need to choose soon, or you’ll risk your position in the pack.Aiden and Karter aren’t the leaders you are.”
“Excuse me?”I said.“That’s a shit thing to say to their brother.”
Her gaze shifted to me, and she shrugged.“They spent their childhoods playing with you, and Bennett spent his training and studying.Who do you think has more skill?I’m just stating facts.”
Bennett’s hand fisted at his side, a telltale warning sign.Although part of me wanted to see him physically toss Storm to the curb, the other part of me knew we couldn’t afford any more trouble.
I heard Mom’s voice in my head.
Are you going to be able to smooth things over at the first sign that he’s about to lose his temper?
…Try giving him a hug…
Forget hugs.Those did not end well for me.Bennett needed a tranquilizer dart shot in his ass.
Stepping forward, I grabbed his shirt, just a pinch of material between my fingertips that I tugged gently to get his attention.
He looked down at me like he couldn’t believe I’d grabbed him.
“You need to stop making people cry.”
His expression shifted so quickly, I almost didn’t catch the flash of guilt I saw.He took my hand in his and looked at Storm.
“If you heard what happened at work, you know I don’t like uninvited guests.Please leave while I’m asking nicely.”
Storm’s gaze shifted from Bennett’s face to his hand, which was holding mine prisoner, then to my face.
“Asking nicely is overrated sometimes,” she said.Her gaze shifted back to his.“I’ll see you at the pack run.”
He didn’t wait until she stepped back to close the door.
I tugged my hand free of his.
“As much as I hate to say it, I think you should listen to Storm and just claim your mate.Everyone around you will breathe easier then.”
“Not everyone,” he said, watching me.
He was right.There was one person who might not breathe easier, but I didn’t think his mate would turn down the type of hard breathing he probably had in mind.
My heart skipped a beat as I recalled last night, and I quickly pushed the thought away.
“Are you ready?”I asked.
Again, his expression shifted, but he wasn’t as quick to hide his shock, and I realized he’d misunderstood me.
“To leave, Bennett, not to claim your mate.Dragging your feet on that is your business, not mine.”
I turned away from him, wondering if that was why he’d done what he had last night.Was he so strung out and desperate that he’d used me as a substitute for a few seconds?It wasn’t like we were blood-related or anything, and I’d never really viewed Bennett as my brother, just as he’d never viewed me as his sister.
