Midnight Moon: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Roadside Angels Motorcycle Club Book 2) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Kathryn Thomas
boots that would protect her ankles. He supposed he owed it to her to point out the advantages of having a boot with a long leg shaft.
“You know, the longer boots are meant to protect not just your ankles but also your legs, in the event of snake bites.” He watched her face, and noted the instant panic in her eyes.
“Snakes? You mean like rattlers and such?” The fear in her voice was almost palpable. He had never seen her show fear till now, and it melted him just a bit more. His mate was not as tough as she would like people to think she was.
“Yes, like rattlers. Have you ever seen one?” he inquired, leaning against the wall by the boot display.
She shuddered, and Lex took that as a no. “Don’t worry, Tamara. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Deciding he needed to avert her attention from this new fear, he asked, “So, what have you decided?” He wouldn’t push the long boots on her. This was the way to keep her away from places he might not want her to go. It was underhanded of him, but he would do anything to protect her, as long as it was legal.
She pointed to a pair of brown lace-up work boots, with high ankles and decorative stitching. It was pricey, but as he was paying for it, he didn’t care. He took it down, making sure she didn’t see the price. The last thing he needed before he was done shopping for her was another argument. His Tamara was stubborn, of that he was certain, and she would fight him to the bitter end if she knew he intended to pay for everything she chose today. Now to get her to pick out tougher jeans, and maybe a plaid shirt to finish the outfit.
“Let’s go look at jeans and shirts,” he suggested mildly, and walked off before she could voice any objection.
She was female, and even if she had no intention of buying anything else, once they were standing in front of the displays, she would be more likely to give in to subtle pressure. He just hoped he could be subtle enough. The jeans display was large and varied, and before he had stopped, Tamara was standing over a pile of black jeans, boot cut, sorting through them for her size. He hid a smile. Maybe he didn’t even have to bother to try for subtlety.
“Not that I’m going to buy these,” she said, looking up, as though she knew what he was thinking and was determined to win this round. “But I like black jeans. They’re my second favorite, after dark blue ones. And these are so heavy...they’d be good for winter.”
“Why not put it in the cart, then? And buy a plaid shirt to go with it. Complete the cowgirl look,” Lex encouraged her. “You’ll be able to wear that as well, up there, over a nice T-shirt, when the weather’s chilly.”
“Lex, I don’t need any more clothes, and really I don’t even have the money to buy these boots, which I suspect are expensive.” She began to move towards the cart, as though to check the price but Lex moved away.
“Come check out these shirts, and see which ones would go with those jeans you like.” He stopped before a display of colorful plaids, and waited while she bit her lip and looked suspiciously at him.
“What are you up to?” she demanded, going to stand squarely in front of him.
Lex put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, palms out.
“Me? Up to something? Perish the thought! I’m out shopping with Miss I-Won’t-Be-Bamboozled here. How could I even hope to get away with anything?” He chuckled at her disbelieving look and added, “I just thought that if you’re going to come with me, some of the places we’ll visit won’t treat your fancy threads too well. But it’s up to you. I wouldn’t presume to try to persuade you to buy anything you don’t want to buy.”
He gave her a moment to think about his suggestion, and to realize that she wanted to be where he was more than she
“You know, the longer boots are meant to protect not just your ankles but also your legs, in the event of snake bites.” He watched her face, and noted the instant panic in her eyes.
“Snakes? You mean like rattlers and such?” The fear in her voice was almost palpable. He had never seen her show fear till now, and it melted him just a bit more. His mate was not as tough as she would like people to think she was.
“Yes, like rattlers. Have you ever seen one?” he inquired, leaning against the wall by the boot display.
She shuddered, and Lex took that as a no. “Don’t worry, Tamara. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Deciding he needed to avert her attention from this new fear, he asked, “So, what have you decided?” He wouldn’t push the long boots on her. This was the way to keep her away from places he might not want her to go. It was underhanded of him, but he would do anything to protect her, as long as it was legal.
She pointed to a pair of brown lace-up work boots, with high ankles and decorative stitching. It was pricey, but as he was paying for it, he didn’t care. He took it down, making sure she didn’t see the price. The last thing he needed before he was done shopping for her was another argument. His Tamara was stubborn, of that he was certain, and she would fight him to the bitter end if she knew he intended to pay for everything she chose today. Now to get her to pick out tougher jeans, and maybe a plaid shirt to finish the outfit.
“Let’s go look at jeans and shirts,” he suggested mildly, and walked off before she could voice any objection.
She was female, and even if she had no intention of buying anything else, once they were standing in front of the displays, she would be more likely to give in to subtle pressure. He just hoped he could be subtle enough. The jeans display was large and varied, and before he had stopped, Tamara was standing over a pile of black jeans, boot cut, sorting through them for her size. He hid a smile. Maybe he didn’t even have to bother to try for subtlety.
“Not that I’m going to buy these,” she said, looking up, as though she knew what he was thinking and was determined to win this round. “But I like black jeans. They’re my second favorite, after dark blue ones. And these are so heavy...they’d be good for winter.”
“Why not put it in the cart, then? And buy a plaid shirt to go with it. Complete the cowgirl look,” Lex encouraged her. “You’ll be able to wear that as well, up there, over a nice T-shirt, when the weather’s chilly.”
“Lex, I don’t need any more clothes, and really I don’t even have the money to buy these boots, which I suspect are expensive.” She began to move towards the cart, as though to check the price but Lex moved away.
“Come check out these shirts, and see which ones would go with those jeans you like.” He stopped before a display of colorful plaids, and waited while she bit her lip and looked suspiciously at him.
“What are you up to?” she demanded, going to stand squarely in front of him.
Lex put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, palms out.
“Me? Up to something? Perish the thought! I’m out shopping with Miss I-Won’t-Be-Bamboozled here. How could I even hope to get away with anything?” He chuckled at her disbelieving look and added, “I just thought that if you’re going to come with me, some of the places we’ll visit won’t treat your fancy threads too well. But it’s up to you. I wouldn’t presume to try to persuade you to buy anything you don’t want to buy.”
He gave her a moment to think about his suggestion, and to realize that she wanted to be where he was more than she
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