Page 11 of Bewitched by the Werewolf (The Bewitching Hour #5)

Donna reaches out and places a hand on her arm which calms her, and she looks normal again. That is except for the utter hatred on her face still aimed at the attractive man. He stands from the booth and shakes his head disapprovingly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I’m going, but my business in town isn’t finished. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

The man looks to me now and licks his bottom lip, not in a overly suggestive way, just as if he were licking a drop of liquid from it.

His gaze shifts up and down my body then lands back on my face.

Now he’s leering at me like a rare steak.

I’ve dealt with men like him before. I hold eye contact, this usually puts them off balance, especially when I give them my I-have-a-gun-in-my-purse look.

Lots of “dominant” guys don’t like it when a woman can kick their ass and move on to easier prey.

This guy apparently doesn’t get the hint, because my glare doesn’t deter him. Though he doesn’t do anything but look.

“You’re a tasty little morsel. If you ever get tired of these flea bags, I’m in room three at the motel.” With a wink at me and another toothy grin at Dottie, the man turns and strolls right back out the way he entered, not a care in the fucking world. Oh, what it must feel like to be so arrogant.

“Well, that guys a piece of work, isn’t he?” I comment.

“That’s one way to put it.”

“So, who is he exactly? And why do you hate him so much?” I turn back around in my stool to face Dottie, watching her viciously wipe at the counter trying to erase a nonexistent smudge. Her hands stop their frantic scrubbing, and she sighs.

“He’s no one. Works for a guy that wants to buy up land in town, and no matter how many times he’s told no, he just won’t take a hint.”

I don’t know why anyone would want to buy land way the fuck in bum fuck Egypt Montana, but maybe they want to build it into a tacky tourist trap.

Even I hate those. Sure, they make for an easy cover but they’re also annoying, overcrowded, tacky, and overpriced.

I can understand the locals not wanting that to happen to their town.

If that’s all he’s here about, then he probably won’t know anything about werewolves. Unless they’re the ones on wall street. I internally chuckle at my own pun. Those are not the wolves I’m looking for. Just as blood thirsty and vicious but none the less, not what I’m looking for.

“You just stay clear of him, okay?” Donna pats my shoulder comfortingly as if I were a little girl being warned off the sexy bad boy in school.

Well, she has nothing to worry about. Not only am I not interested—he is so not my type—but I can protect myself.

I may not actually have a gun in my purse, but I do have a crossbow in my trailer and am trained in jujitsu.

“Don’t worry about me, Donna. I can handle myself and I’m not here to meet sleezy men who are a dime a dozen.

I’m just here on vacation to enjoy the eclipse.

Speaking of, would either of you know about any local celebrations or events for the eclipse?

I hear lots of people come in from out of town to see it.

I thought maybe there might be something you do to celebrate. ”

They both look at each other then away from me. Donna focusing on straightening the condiments and Dottie wiping at the counter again, trying to appear busy.

“No, there’s nothing going on in town. People just like to come out here for the unobstructed view is all. Nothing interesting going on at all,” Dottie rattles on while picking up my empty plate and topping off my already full glass of lemonade.

“You should check out the local library. Lots of old rare books there. That’s about as interesting as this town gets,” Donna suggests. I’m about to tell her old crusty books are not in the least bit interesting, but then I remember what else libraries hold.

“Does the library have records of the town’s history? Old maps and photos and stuff. I would love to learn more about Snowberry.”

“Oh yes, there’s a whole section with historical documents about the towns creation and—” Dottie is cut off when Donna coughs conspicuously, glaring at her with wide eyes and a twitchy expression.

“And it’s really boring. You know actually you should go to…

” Dottie pauses again trying to come up with somewhere else to send me.

It’s too late I’m already planning my trip to the library.

“To Another Man’s Junk . It’s a great store with lots of things to look at and purchase,” she finally concludes.

I feign interest in this store and spending the afternoon there wandering its wares.

I have no such intention of doing so. I’m going straight to the library to see what I can snoop out there.

At the least I could get a map of the town to know where all the property lines are.

Getting caught creeping around on private property means another mug shot for me.

But strolling through the public woods enjoying the scenery is another thing completely.