Shifters of Silver Peak(10)

By: Georgette St. Clair

Morgan started making harrumphing sounds. She kept talking. “I already called him and told him that you said to take all the time he needs, and he was very grateful. You’re welcome. I just saved you from being hated by the entire town of Juniper.”

Morgan stood there spluttering for several seconds, then fixed her with a ferocious glare. “I don’t care what Juniper thinks of me, or anyone else, for that matter.”

“I care what they think of you,” she said quietly.

He ignored her.

“When I make a business decision and then appear to back down, it makes me, and by implication my pack, look weak. Don’t do that again,” he said, and headed into his office, slamming the door shut.

“I don’t care what Juniper thinks of me,” she mimicked him in a high, squeaky voice, kicking one of her empty suitcases.

“I heard that!” he yelled from behind the closed door.

“Good! Hound dog! I hope your fleas get fleas!” she shouted back. Then she flung herself down on his enormous four-poster bed and blinked back tears.

It was at times like this that she came perilously close to hating his guts, and she didn’t want to do that. She took a deep breath in through her mouth and let it out through her nose, slowly, like the Stressbusters website suggested. She’d been visiting that website a lot lately.

She leaned back against the big, firm pillows and tried to summon up good memories of Morgan. After all, once this fake mating was over and she’d taken a new job somewhere else, memories would be all she’d have.

Well, one thing about Morgan, he might give her grief all day long, but he never let anyone else speak badly to her. Or of her. One time one of his dates had asked him why he didn’t hire someone prettier to work in the front office. Morgan hadn’t even been aware that Valerie had overheard – but he’d hustled his date out of the office building so fast he’d practically left scorch marks on the carpet, and slammed the door on her so hard that the window had shattered. Valerie had watched through the broken glass as the tall, skinny blonde had stomped to her car and driven off with a screech of tires.

One time when Valerie had been at the local tavern and a man had made a crude remark to her, Morgan had appeared out of nowhere – Valerie hadn’t even seen him come in – and he’d picked the man up and hurled him out the front door.

And he’d stood up for her back there in his office, when his mother had started bad-mouthing her. That was a pretty big deal. She knew men who were married or mated for real who didn’t stand up for their wives when their mothers treated them badly.

She heard his footsteps pounding on the floor, and his office door opened.

Was a miracle about to happen? Was the Big Bad Wolf about to apologize?

“Heads up,” Morgan said, looking grim. “They’re back.”

Chapter Five

“Hello, Mother,” Morgan said as his family trooped into the entrance hallway. A light snow was falling, and it dusted their hair and sparkled. In the distance, the sun was plunging behind the mountain peaks, painting their tips gold and giving them the appearance of jagged glowing embers against a darkening sky.

Elmira and the rest of the family were piling out of their cars and heading for Morgan’s guest house, which looked like a mini version of the main house. Their servants were laden down with suitcases, staggering down the snowy path behind his family. “Just make yourselves at home,” Morgan called out with an annoyed look on his face.

“So apparently you don’t answer the phone these days?” Nelda said sharply. Then, with a touch of impatience, she inclined her head to show respect. “Alpha.” The undertone in her voice added “jerk”, but she didn’t say it out loud.

He returned his focus to her. “Not when it’s you calling, after you’ve just insulted my mate.”

“I was calling to let you know that Rosemont Resorts is apparently completely booked. And they refused to remove the guests from the penthouse suite for us. Our family hotel.” She looked scandalized. “And every other hotel in Silver Peak and even that human town is booked solid.”

“Yes, I could have told you that. If you’d called to tell me you were coming. And I’m not booting paying guests with a reservation out of their rooms to make way for you when you show up at the last minute like this.”

Homer and Honoria walked in, with their servants trailing behind them lugging suitcases.

“Alpha,” they said.

“Yeah, yeah. What’s this I hear about your grades, by the way?” Morgan said to Homer. “Am I going to need to skin you and wear your pelt for a scarf?”

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