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Story: Primal (Wolf Ranch #7)
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CODY
I slid a plate piled high with loaded nachos in front of Riley. “Sugar, I’m sorry it’s so busy here. I want to give you all my attention and–”
Riley waved away my apology as at least five customers tried to flag my attention. “Don’t worry about me. I like watching you work.”
It was all I could do not to show teeth when some asshole brushed up against her, waving his twenty dollar bill at me.
I was losing the tether on my wolf–he was dying to mark her. Because Riley and I had opposite schedules– she worked and had school during the day, and I worked nights–it wasn’t something we had tons of time for. And I wanted to take my time with her doing this. It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing marking your mate.
I’d planned on taking the night off to make her steaks tonight–a romantic candlelight dinner at my place–but two cocktail waitresses called out sick, leaving Jimmy all by himself to sling drinks. Which meant another date with me on one side of the bar and Riley on the other. Worse, we were slammed. A boisterous group of twenty-five guys on a fishing trip were in the saloon, along with my regulars, and I hadn’t even had a chance to clear Riley’s dinner plate.
I looked over to find her carrying it to the kitchen herself.
It was a simple gesture but thoughtful. Something about it hit me square in the chest. How easily she could fit in. I hadn’t realized I had a mile-wide hole in my life waiting to be filled until I caught her scent.
Tyler had moved out to Wolf Ranch right after high school graduation. I didn’t have empty nest syndrome because it was where he belonged, and I saw him all the time. Until Riley, I’d been perfectly content…with nothing .
My days and nights had consisted of absolutely nothing interesting. I’d been running this saloon since I got Tyler’s mom knocked up. We tried living together for a few months, but quickly realized we didn’t want to be locked into a fate-less partnership. Anne always dreamed of finding her fated mate, and when she went to the Pack Games in Denver, sure enough, found him.
I’d filled my days with raising Tyler and work. Now, it suddenly seemed like there was so much I’d left unexplored. And I wanted to start exploring it now. Tonight. With Riley.
If only this place would clear out, so I could toss her over my shoulder and go home.
“Cody! Over here.” Someone waved a hand at me.
I couldn’t stand when people called out my name at the bar. As if I wasn’t already making drinks as fast and methodically as I could. As if I’d just chosen to ignore them rather than had my hands completely full.
But I did my usual schtick and lifted my head the man’s way as I reached for a cocktail glass. Damn, I was down to the last row.
“Hey, Jimmy–I need you to bus some glasses and get that dishwasher running,” I said .
“Yep.” Jimmy reached across the bar to clear the empties patrons had set there, and his elbow hit a half-full drink, sending it toppling toward him. It hit the edge of the bar and shattered, the broken pieces dropping into the worst possible place–the ice bin.
“Mother fu–” He cut off his curse and shook his head in exasperation. “Sorry, Cody. It slipped.”
I groaned. “You gotta be kidding me.” Now we couldn’t serve another drink with ice until the entire ice maker and bin was emptied and cleaned out. I shook my head. “You know what happens now. Empty it out. Make sure you get every last sliver out of there.”
I wasn’t mad at Jimmy. It was a total accident, but ugh. I wanted to howl and run and… fuck my mate to ease this frustration.
“On it,” he said, getting on the pain in the ass task.
Fuck. That left me as the only guy who could tend bar, with only a few clean glasses left to serve them in. I kept my head down and mixed drink after drink as the lines around the bar grew four feet deep and extended for the entire length of the bar.
I glanced over at Riley’s seat to apologize again.
Fuck! She left.
Dammit. Did she leave without saying goodbye?
“Excuse me, fellas.” I heard the sound of her sweet voice although I couldn’t spot her through all the people. A cocktail tray floated through the throng, piled high with dirty glasses.
Riley pushed behind the bar and flashed me a smile before she started loading glasses onto the dishwashing tray.
Well, damn. That took a mountain of both consideration and confidence. What a sweetheart.
“Hey, Cody! Cody!”
I stopped what I was doing, ignoring all the patrons calling out my name and waving dollar bills my way to walk up behind her. Fitting my arm around her waist from behind, I buried my face in her neck to inhale her scent. “It is damn sweet of you to pitch in, sugar.” I kissed her skin. “I’ll be sure to show you my thanks later.”
She twisted, flashing me that dimpled smile. “If you think I’m going to sit on my butt while you’re scrambling back here, you’re nuts. We’re a couple, right?”
My heart stopped. Reversed. Sped back up. “Say it again.”
Her smile grew. Holding her between my arms, I lifted the now-heavy tray into the dishwasher and started it.
“We’re a couple.” She turned in my arms.
Wow. Was it true? Had I won her heart? Her allegiance? Was she really ready for me to forever mark her as mine?
Nah, I was probably getting ahead of myself.
“Cody!”
Riley went up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my lips. “You’d better get to it. I’ll round up some more glasses for you. And you’re definitely showing your thanks later.”
She winked.
I pulled her against my body, filling one hand with her ass as the other cradled the back of her head. “God, I love you.”
Riley went still. “What?”
“Cody! Stop robbing the cradle and make us some drinks!”
For a second, I sort of froze, too. Did I go too fast? Assume too much? But fuck it–I didn’t have time to waste. My female needed to know how I felt about her.
Riley searched my face.
“I love you, Riley Abbott. It’s not just that my wolf wants you. It’s because nature doesn’t make mistakes. You’re the perfect female for me.”
“McIntire! Quit screwing the staff, you damn man whore!”
I checked Riley’s face to see if any of their taunts bothered her, but her expression was soft, her big doe eyes wide.
“I love you, too, Cody McIntire.”
I grinned at her like the damn fool I was.
She gave me another quick peck on the lips. “Now get back to the drinks. I’ll be here all night.”
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