The Wolf's Mate Book 3: Callie & The Cats (38 page)

“I’m Michael.” He felt like a total idiot.
Like he’d never spoken to a woman before.
Come on man, get it
together!

She handed him a brochure, and their fingers
touched for a moment and she straightened slightly and blinked at
him. Beautiful dark brown eyes flecked with gold looked up at him.
Their fingers stayed like that for long enough that he was sure of
three things. One: she was gorgeous. Two: she was not a wolf but
human. Three: she was his mate.

She pulled her fingers away and blushed. Her
skin was a lovely shade of coffee with cream, darkly tanned enough
to speak to a parent that wasn’t white. Her jet black hair was long
and tied back into a high ponytail. The white golf shirt she wore
highlighted the lovely shade of her skin and showed off her fit
physique. Short, about five and a half feet of gorgeous, she had
curves everywhere and great legs that peeked out from under the
black skirt.

He looked at the brochure. The gym was in
Dalton. That was only about a half hour north of Allen. He could
totally swing going there and working out. A rumbling growl
suddenly alerted him to the three hulking men behind the counter of
the booth. Glancing at them, he felt his wolf’s hackles rise and he
scented the indiscreetly. Hyenas. All three of them.

Shyne said, “These are the owners, Dante,
Cairo and Mason. Cairo’s boxing in the match tonight. Are you
going?”

“Yeah.”

“Great, I’ll see you there, then.” She gave
him another smile and it was more genuine than the first one.
Suddenly, the man she’d called Dante was at her side with his arm
on her shoulder. He whispered something to her and she nodded and
then seemed to try to extract herself from under his hand. Michael
wanted to break his hand off for touching her.

Dante was taller than Michael by several
inches. And wider. He gave Michael a hard look as Shyne turned away
from them and went back into the booth and rummaged through a
box.

Michael gave the stare back as good as it was
given to him. He didn’t budge a muscle until the hyena turned with
a snort of derision and went back into the booth. Michael turned
and walked away to find his family and friends and read over the
brochure. He figured a good way to get to know Shyne was to spend
time at the gym. The hyenas seemed possessive of her, but he knew a
little something about their kind and they obviously hadn’t claimed
her yet. There was no way that a hyena clan would let their bride
touch other men so casually like that. And more than that, she
didn’t seem to want to be touched the way that Dante had crowded
her which told Michael that she wasn’t in a relationship of any
sort with them. That was a very good thing.

....Coming Fall 2012!