Emmitt, she’s under my protection. Do not allow her to consume that much alcohol again.
Yes, ma’am.
“What do you guys want to do today?” Michelle asked her brothers.
“It’s going to be hot and humid. Can we go back to the lake?” Jim asked, distracting Winifred from scolding me further.
Michelle nodded, surprising me. She hadn’t seemed too excited about going the last time.
“Michelle and I will get the groceries this time,” I said, lightly pouring syrup over her pancakes. When I handed her the plate, she wrinkled her nose.
“No,” Winifred said. “I think you should take Jim so you can teach him how to shop.”
I turned away so Michelle wouldn’t see my frown.
She was afraid and asked for another drink. I allowed two shots then she had water. I didn’t like that she felt she needed the alcohol to face the truth about who we are, but I wasn’t about to deny her, either, when she was giving me a chance. I don’t think that—
Emmitt.
I knew better than to keep going. Winifred might look old, but she was the most capable and fiercest Elder we had. If she wanted, she could lay down a beating that would make me whimper like a pup, or she could command me. Commands were far worse.
I want to ask how she’s doing, and she’s more likely to speak freely without you two here.
When I turned back around, I saw Jim finishing Michelle’s pancakes. I gave him a look, and he gave a slight shrug and nodded toward Michelle.
* * * *
Winifred was right to send me with Jim. We would have been eating beef sticks and cheese popcorn all day. As we loaded everything into the back of the truck, I contacted Winifred.
We’re done. Real food for a picnic lunch.
Meet us at the beach. We’re just rounding up the kids.
How is she?
Hung over. But surprisingly well-adjusted given what she’s just learned.
I exhaled with relief.
We’ll see you soon, she said.
“We’re meeting them at the lake,” I said as I got in behind the wheel.
The drive seemed to take longer than I remembered. Nervous anticipation wound in my gut. It seemed as if I hadn’t seen Michelle in weeks. I itched to sit on the beach with her and inhale her sweet scent.
“Thinking about her bikini again?” Jim said, interrupting my thoughts. “Me, too.”
“Find your own.” I punched him in the arm, and he laughed.
“Nah. Michelle’s a gift. The chances of two cubs from the same family Mating are about one in never. Besides, Winifred needs me.”
“I don’t think she’d agree.”
“Nope. Me neither. But, she does. She knows she won’t live forever, and the future of our kind worries her. Training me gives her peace of mind.”
“It might if she could actually train you.”
“If I made it too easy, she’d get bored and pick someone else. Nah, I’m good for her.”
“You think you’re good for everyone.”
When we pulled into the gravel lot, Winifred’s car was the only one there. On the beach, the boys ran around while Winifred watched them. Michelle was already lying on a blanket in the sun. She wore a tank top, cotton shorts, and a large hat that covered most of her face and shaded her eyes so I couldn’t see if she was awake or sleeping.
“Ah, too bad,” Jim said. “Still no bikini sighting.”
That did disappoint me a little. But knowing I’d get to spend the whole day with her made up for it. However, she didn’t move at the sound of the truck or when we slammed the doors shut.
Jim pulled one cooler from the back, and I took the other. The boys cheered when they caught sight of us. I smiled and called them over for something to drink. My gaze drifted over to Michelle as I set the cooler down. She’d pulled up a section of her top, exposing her stomach to the early morning sun. That bare strip of skin tempted me.
“Emmitt,” Liam said, calling my name a second time as he tugged at my hand.
“Sorry, buddy. What did you say?”
“What kind of drink did you get us?”
I gave them each a juice box. Jim stole one, too, and the three of them wandered to the shoreline. I glanced back at Michelle. Still nothing. Her chest continued to rise and fall in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Let her sleep,” Winifred said from beside her.
I nodded and joined the other three at the water. It was too cold for swimming so we built sandcastles and moats for a while. Sweat started to shine on their pink little faces by the time we finished, and the cold water didn’t seem so cold anymore.
Their splash into the water woke Michelle enough that she looked up. Then she went right back to her nap.
I was feeling attention starved. Deciding I’d waited long enough, I went to the cooler and grabbed a bottle of water. I opened it and took a long drink, eyeing Michelle as I did so. She probably needed water, too. The idea of sharing the same bottle, our lips touching the same space almost like a kiss, set a heavy beat in my chest. Winifred didn’t say anything as I moved to stand beside Michelle.
While I was trying to decide how to wake her, some of the water from the cold bottle dripped onto her stomach. She made the cutest squealing sound and sat up.
“Sorry,” I said, trying to smother my insincere grin. I offered her the water. “Your head will start hurting again. Drink up.”
She took the bottle and eyed it for a second before arching a brow at me. She knew I’d had some. Would she care? I shrugged and waited to see what she’s do. She uncapped it and took several swallows.
No fear. Just her sweet pancake and syrup scent, getting stronger by the second.
It just made my need to be near her worse.
When she handed me the bottle, I settled on the edge of blanket, crowding her.
“Just like your father,” Winifred mumbled as she stood and went to inspect the finished castles.
Michelle remained where she was, eyeing me. Still not trusting me. I needed more answers.
“About last night,” I said.
“Don’t want to talk about it.” She moved over and went to lay in Winifred’s spot.
I moved fast, shifting positions in a blur so she’d be using me as a pillow. When her head touched my stomach, she sat back up and gave me a startled look.
“How did you move—” She shook her head, not finishing her question.
She was clamming up. Something she did all too well. I needed her to talk.
“I thought after showing you what I am, you’d have more questions for me. Other than if you could wear my shirt.”
She blushed and tipped the hat to try to hide her face. “Nope.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
It hurt a little that she didn’t want to know anything about me. I could understand not asking about the fur, but what about other stuff? My interests. My hobbies. The same things I really wanted to know about her, like her favorite color. Maybe I just needed to keep it simple and light.
“Green,” I said randomly.
She glanced at me. “What?”
“It’s my favorite color. What’s yours?”
“If I tell you, will you let me lay down again?”
I grinned, knowing she’d talk.
“I don’t know that I have one. I like looking at the sky, though, so maybe blue.”