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Mack as he spoke to Victor, her heart still thumping heavily in her chest from how close they'd been. She'd had love interests in the past, but none of them had ever been as fixated about her body as Mack was. His animal eyes and hungry behavior had her trembling for more of his touch and affection.
Mack hung up after a minute and stowed his phone back into his pocket. "Victor is back at the cabin. It's rather late to take you back. Perhaps I ought to drop you off at home, and Victor or I can drive down tomorrow with your car and leave it at your place," he suggested.
Jazzy sighed. After this closeness, she didn't want to let go of Mack just yet. She craved him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, surprising her as she realized she'd shook her head at him.
"I just... don't want to be home alone tonight," she breathed.
The man's face softened some as he gazed at her, and then he nodded. "Well then, I'll take you back to the cabin and set up a room for you. Victor and I won't disturb you."
He started up the truck, and Jazzy eyed him up and down. "What if I didn't mind if you did?"
His pause signaled pleasant surprise, and a slow smirk crept across his lips. "Let's head back to Silver Lake, Jasmine."
Chapter 4
The ride back was not as heated as Jazzy had hoped. Mack was quiet, lost in his own thoughts for most of the time. And every time Jazzy shot him a passionate look, he seemed distracted. She wondered some about his and Victor's relationship. Mack had said that they were close friends, but she didn't know Victor that well. And from what she'd witnessed, all she had to go on about Victor's personality was that he seemed ill-tempered for some reason.
"Mack," Jazzy started. "You never actually told me what you and Victor were fighting about."
Mack glanced sideways at her and shrugged one shoulder. "You, actually. There's a specific rule in the werebear community that says we're not allowed to affiliate ourselves too closely to humans. I wanted to make an exception, though, because I like you. Victor thought it was too dangerous, and so he tried to stop me from going to dinner with you tonight."
They were fighting... over me? Jazzy thought with disbelief. How in the world did she end up in a job where not only were the two men she worked with incredibly good-looking, but they actually fought over her? She knew it was silly, but she was actually flattered by the thought.
Mack rounded the bend that led to Cabin 8 sometime later and pulled into the driveway, parking beside Jazzy's car. Jazzy stepped out and followed Mack to the front door, watching as he unlocked it and opened it. Lamplight filtered into the entryway from the living room. The place smelled of old wood and residual cooking. Someone looked up from the couch. The mop of blond hair and animated eyes belonged to Victor, of course. He watched Mack and Jazzy enter the room before speaking.
"Oh, hello, Ms. Solberg. I didn't know you were stopping in."
"She's staying the night," Mack mentioned.
Victor looked mildly startled, his blond eyebrows rising in bewilderment. "Oh." It was easy to tell that he didn't want to come off as rude by asking why, but it was on his mind. Mack picked up on the feeling.
"Her car is here, and we figured the easiest method would be to just let her stay the night," he answered.
"I hope it isn't much of a bother to you," Jazzy breathed as she rested her purse beside the couch.
Victor stood from his resting spot and shook his head, placing a book down on the coffee table. "Oh no, it's alright. There's a spare room upstairs, so everything should be fine."
Mack stepped into the kitchen and looked over the dishes in the sink. "Really, Vic? You cooked by yourself tonight?"
"It's too late to go fishing," Victor replied with a small grin. Jazzy looked at them both as they exchanged some type of in-joke, and she figured it was a bear thing.
"So how was... your
Mack hung up after a minute and stowed his phone back into his pocket. "Victor is back at the cabin. It's rather late to take you back. Perhaps I ought to drop you off at home, and Victor or I can drive down tomorrow with your car and leave it at your place," he suggested.
Jazzy sighed. After this closeness, she didn't want to let go of Mack just yet. She craved him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, surprising her as she realized she'd shook her head at him.
"I just... don't want to be home alone tonight," she breathed.
The man's face softened some as he gazed at her, and then he nodded. "Well then, I'll take you back to the cabin and set up a room for you. Victor and I won't disturb you."
He started up the truck, and Jazzy eyed him up and down. "What if I didn't mind if you did?"
His pause signaled pleasant surprise, and a slow smirk crept across his lips. "Let's head back to Silver Lake, Jasmine."
Chapter 4
The ride back was not as heated as Jazzy had hoped. Mack was quiet, lost in his own thoughts for most of the time. And every time Jazzy shot him a passionate look, he seemed distracted. She wondered some about his and Victor's relationship. Mack had said that they were close friends, but she didn't know Victor that well. And from what she'd witnessed, all she had to go on about Victor's personality was that he seemed ill-tempered for some reason.
"Mack," Jazzy started. "You never actually told me what you and Victor were fighting about."
Mack glanced sideways at her and shrugged one shoulder. "You, actually. There's a specific rule in the werebear community that says we're not allowed to affiliate ourselves too closely to humans. I wanted to make an exception, though, because I like you. Victor thought it was too dangerous, and so he tried to stop me from going to dinner with you tonight."
They were fighting... over me? Jazzy thought with disbelief. How in the world did she end up in a job where not only were the two men she worked with incredibly good-looking, but they actually fought over her? She knew it was silly, but she was actually flattered by the thought.
Mack rounded the bend that led to Cabin 8 sometime later and pulled into the driveway, parking beside Jazzy's car. Jazzy stepped out and followed Mack to the front door, watching as he unlocked it and opened it. Lamplight filtered into the entryway from the living room. The place smelled of old wood and residual cooking. Someone looked up from the couch. The mop of blond hair and animated eyes belonged to Victor, of course. He watched Mack and Jazzy enter the room before speaking.
"Oh, hello, Ms. Solberg. I didn't know you were stopping in."
"She's staying the night," Mack mentioned.
Victor looked mildly startled, his blond eyebrows rising in bewilderment. "Oh." It was easy to tell that he didn't want to come off as rude by asking why, but it was on his mind. Mack picked up on the feeling.
"Her car is here, and we figured the easiest method would be to just let her stay the night," he answered.
"I hope it isn't much of a bother to you," Jazzy breathed as she rested her purse beside the couch.
Victor stood from his resting spot and shook his head, placing a book down on the coffee table. "Oh no, it's alright. There's a spare room upstairs, so everything should be fine."
Mack stepped into the kitchen and looked over the dishes in the sink. "Really, Vic? You cooked by yourself tonight?"
"It's too late to go fishing," Victor replied with a small grin. Jazzy looked at them both as they exchanged some type of in-joke, and she figured it was a bear thing.
"So how was... your
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