My Wolf's Bane (16 page)

I’d already been out for a while and the need for speed had subsided. “I should get going. See you here tomorrow?”

He barked once, then stood on all fours when I rose from the boulder.

“Such a gentleman. You know who you remind me of?” I giggled. Yeah, as if the wolf cared. But I had a captive audience and Maya wasn’t around to talk to. “This new guy at school. Total douche. You’re not a jerk like him, but you’re both
so
pretty.” A vision of Zack when he’d met me at my door earlier flashed through my mind. “You should’ve seen his face when he saw me tonight. He actually stuttered.”

The wolf whined and dropped his head to the ground, burying it under his paw. At that moment, my
feelings
for the wolf and Zack were similar too — I wanted to pet them both.

I laughed. “Goodnight, sweet wolf.”

† † †

By the time I’d made it into bed, I’d been exhausted. But, wired from my brush with the most glorious thing ever to meet my taste buds and my strange wolf friend, sleep didn’t find me until around two a.m. Five hours later, I popped up, wide awake and well-rested. Which was odd since I’d always been an eight-hour girl. Maybe because I healed so fast, my body recharged quickly now too.

Several hours remained before I had to be at Zack’s house. First order of business: fulfill Zack’s homework request. I did enough online car shopping to make plans to see an FJ Cruiser. I doubted that a decent one would be in my budget, but maybe by some miracle while I was there, I’d find something else that would work for me.

Done with the Internet for the time being, I shut down my laptop, then stood and sniffed the air. Rancid smoke and nicotine. Ugh. Maybe if I cleaned, I could enjoy the house stink-free for the duration of my parent’s absence.

After opening all the windows, I made the kitchen and bathrooms sparkle, swept the hardwood floors and polished the furniture. My olfactory system still picked up the smoke that had seeped into the paint and wood, but the air quality had improved dramatically.

After a shower to rid my body of the chemical and disinfectant smell, which was almost as bad as the smoke, it occurred to me that I didn’t have Zack’s address or phone number. So many opportunities and I’d never asked him for either. I’d have to call Maya for that, but didn’t look forward to listening to her gush over Trevor. It only made me realize how much my own love life was lacking. I wrapped a towel around myself and dialed Maya.

“Hello?” a sleepy voice croaked.

“Maya, it’s me. Did I wake you?” Of course I did. “I need Zack’s address or phone number.”

She yawned. “I was so excited after Trevor kissed me goodnight, I couldn’t fall asleep.”

I grinned. My annoying semi-date with Zack was definitely worth seeing her dreams of being with Trevor finally come true. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Yeah, me too. I don’t know their address, but they live two blocks down on the same side of the street. Right before it curves.”

“On what street?” I asked.

“Your street, silly. But towards Foothill Boulevard, not the forest. It’s the yellow house with the white picket fence. You can’t miss it. Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Sure. We’ll talk later. Sleep well.” Who knew Zack lived so close?

Wearing snug, faded jeans and a white tank top, I slipped into some flip flops and headed out. I didn’t bother starting the Taurus, opting to walk there instead.

His house had yellow clapboard siding with white-trimmed windows. A bicycle, Frisbee and other play items littered the yard, spilling into the driveway. Potted plants hung from either side of several steps that led up to a wide front porch. Homey.

I knocked and a pretty, dark-haired woman answered. I could hear boys shouting in the background as the door opened wider. She smiled and waved me inside. “You must be Autumn. I’m Cara, Zack’s aunt.” Beyond her, a boy darted by.

I stuck out my hand. “Oh, you’re Trevor’s mom. Nice to meet you.”

She shook my hand, then closed the door behind me. “You too. Zack’s around here somewhere.”

Cords and gadgets littered the coffee table and the overstuffed couch, stretching across the muted blue-green rug to connect to a wide flat-screen TV. Zack came into view, following a boy who looked about ten-years-old. “I demand a rematch, Brian,” he said.

A gleam came into the boy’s eye. “If you want to lose again, how can I refuse?”

“Cool,” Zack said solemnly. “Hey, maybe you could show me one more time how to do it.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Brian smirked and sauntered off down the hallway.

“You shouldn’t let him beat you
all
the time, Zack,” she whispered. “I want him to learn he has to work things out for himself.”

Zack shrugged. “But it makes him so happy.”

I stared at him, little butterflies invading my belly, warmth and fuzziness washing over me. Why did he have to do such a sweet thing for his cousin? It made me wish he didn’t save his surly self for me.

“Hey, Autumn.” He shifted his weight to his other leg as his gaze made a circuit around the room. “My mom wants to meet you.”

Warm and fuzzy turned to cold and prickly. What if his mom didn’t like me? “Why?”

“I don’t know. She just does.” After a moment, he turned and I followed him down the hallway, since anything else would’ve been rude.

He tapped twice on a door, then opened it and motioned me to go ahead. The room was light and sunny, the curtains riding the wave of a light breeze. Sunflowers greeted me from a vase on the nearby nightstand.

The woman in the bed flicked a remote and silence filled the room. Pallid complexion aside, she had the kind of timeless beauty that required no makeup. Long, dark brown hair, olive skin a shade darker than her son’s and catlike eyes that crinkled in the corners from her welcoming smile.

“Ah,
tesora
, come closer.” She patted a vacant spot next to her on the bed. “It’s so rare Zack has a girl over.”

“Mom, I told you. We’re just working together. She’s not a
girl.
”

Ouch.

Favianne’s brows rose. “She looks like a girl to me.”

“I meant she’s not my girlfriend.” He sighed. ”She’s paying me to help her buy a car. This isn’t a social call.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. De Luca,” I said, offering a tentative smile.

“Call me Favianne.” She beamed at me. “What are your plans today?”

“We…” My eyes shot to Zack, hoping he’d save me, but he only stared back. “We’re going car shopping.”

“Sounds exciting.” She grinned.

Her enthusiasm and graciousness permeated my body, calming me. “It is. I’m still not sure what kind to get though. But I won’t keep him out long.”

She waved a hand at me. “Borrow him as long as you want. When he’s home, he mopes around. Especially lately.” Favianne switched to Zack. “Did you two meet at school?”

“Mom. Stop,” he moaned. “It’s not a date.”

His mom tried to hide her smile. I felt oddly connected to her and she was so sweet, I had an overwhelming desire to see her happy.

I just couldn’t resist.

“Actually, we met a little over a week ago. He’s really been there for me — helped me with my car when it broke down. One thing led to another and last night, we double-dated with Trevor and my best friend.” I snuck a peek at Zack whose mouth had dropped open.

Favianne beamed. “When you’re done car shopping for the day, you’ll both come here for dinner.”

Oops. Zack was going to kill me.

“That was low, even for you.” Zack rocketed down the steps of his house and marched across the lawn, trampling an innocent plant before jumping into the Jeep.

Mindful of the flowers, I followed suit and strapped on my seatbelt. Was I sorry for what I’d done? I recalled the way Mrs. De Luca’s eyes lit up. No, I wasn’t. I’d only just met her and already loved her. And Zack… well, I was never going to please him anyway.

“What? It was a double date. Sort of.” I shrugged.

“I can’t believe you stood there and lied to her.” He exhaled sharply and the tires squealed as he steered the car from the curb. “It’s my life,
my
family, Autumn. Mine.”

“I didn’t lie to her. Everything I told her was the truth.”

“It wasn’t a date.” His eyes shot to me, wide and wild.

Poor guy. He was pretty worked up. “Not to us. But technically, since it was us and another
couple
, you guys picked us up and paid, it
was
a double date.” I let that sink in, before speaking again, but in a softer tone. “I’m sorry it upset you, but I’m not sorry for making your mom so happy. Did you see her face?”

Zack eased up on the accelerator and the Jeep slowed, his shoulders relaxing. He blew out a breath. “If you could let me do most of the talking over dinner, I’d appreciate it,” he said stiffly. At least he was calmer.

“I’ll try, but if someone asks me something, they’ll think I’m an idiot if I don’t answer.”

“Eat dinner. Then go. The sooner you leave, the less trouble you’ll get me into. Where are we going, by the way?”

“There’s a dealership I want to check out on Palm and Brand.”

He changed lanes to make a left turn. “Did you quit smoking?”

“What?” I stared at him, my eyes bulging and my jaw slack “I can’t
quit
something I never started.” I wondered if that was why Zack sniffed me sometimes.

“Normally, you smell like smoke. Not today.”

God. I hadn’t realized the stench of the house had followed me. I shrunk in my seat and gazed out the window. “My parents smoke inside,” I mumbled toward the glass. “They’re out-of-town and I cleaned this morning. There wasn’t as much stink to cling to me, I guess.” Why hadn’t anyone ever told me?

A few minutes later, Zack parked and I made a beeline for the Cruisers.

“These are good cars. Gas mileage isn’t great, but not horrible either. Built for off-roading, so they’ll move when you need them to. They’re not cheap though.” He stopped to scan the rest of the lot. “I don’t see any other used ones except these.”

“None of them are in my price range.” My whole body deflated and I sagged against a silver FJ. “I’d have to get one that has something seriously wrong with it or super high miles. Either way, my parents won’t like it.”

“Let’s see what else they have.” He nodded his head for me to follow.

I trailed after him. He occasionally stopped at a car and raised a brow, then I’d shake my head. When we’d gone through the entire used inventory, we returned to his Jeep.

“Did you Internet shop like I suggested?” he asked.

“Yes, but it’s hard to tell. You can’t walk around a picture or get inside it. I researched a bunch of SUVs and found the Cruiser. I really liked it but, well, we know how that turned out.”

“This isn’t life or death, Autumn. Relax. We’ll find you the perfect car. Come on.”

“You don’t know my parents,” I said, climbing back into his car. “It’s a miracle they’ve come this far. I need to seal the deal before they realize what they’ve done.”

He chuckled softly. “Duly noted.”

We drove a little further and stopped at a Honda dealer.

“These aren’t cheap either,” I pointed out.

“The idea is to see the real thing, not pictures. Walk around the car and get inside, like you said. We’ll go to several dealerships today and you’re not allowed to buy anything. When we’re done, we can regroup and decide what to do next. In the meantime, we’re window shopping, okay?”

That didn’t ease my anxiety at all.

“Are you trying to get this done before your parents come back to town? Less interference?”

“Exactly.”

“When do you expect them?”

“Not sure.” I shrugged. “A few days maybe.”

“Then there’s no pressure. We have all day today and tomorrow too.”

Except that would be two more days with Zack, torturing myself with someone who could never be mine. But what choice did I have?

When we were done with Hondas, we did the same thing at two more dealerships. We were examining the fact sheet of an SUV when Zack gave a man-nod to someone outside my line of vision. I turned to see the man we’d met before. Except this time he wasn’t wearing a cowboy hat. I glanced at Zack. “Do we have to leave?”