Page 14 of Snarl (Primal Howlers MC #9)

“Maybe I did, and maybe I’m just sick and fucking tired of guys like Delbert Fisk slipping through the cracks while innocent people suffer at their hand. If he lives, I don’t think we’ll ever see hide nor hair of him again.”

“I hope you’re right,” Orion said.

We pulled up to the cabin and I headed inside.

I needed a beer.

Or twelve.

* * *

Lennon

My doorbell pealed at just after nine a.m. and I checked my peephole to find my sister’s face grinning at me through the fisheye. I pulled open the door with a squeak and yanked her into my arms. “What are you doing here? I told you I’d pick you up.”

“The flight was super early, and I knew you were going to have to borrow Granny’s car to pick me up with, and I wasn’t sure if the fact I had so many bags would kill it. I mean, I know Red Rider wouldn’t survive the trip, so I grabbed a car.”

My grandmother still owned her 1976 Mercedes 280 that her second husband had bought her for Christmas back in, well, 1976. It still ran, but it was a bitch to drive and the fact my sister was thoughtful enough to grab a ride share was one of the many reasons I loved her.

I frowned. “What do you mean, ‘so many bags?’ Just how long are you staying?”

“Forever.” She sighed, stepping into the hallway to grab the second of six bags total. “I quit my job.”

“Oh my god, sissy, you love your job,” I breathed out, helping her haul in the rest of her stuff, before closing the door. “Why would you quit?”

“How about I shower, you open a bottle of wine, and I’ll fill you in.”

“It’s nine o’clock in the morning,” I pointed out.

She shrugged. “Then, you can make coffee, just add bourbon to mine.”

“Oh my god, this sounds bad.”

“It’s not bad, bad,” she countered. “Are your roomies home?”

“No, not for another two weeks.”

“Perfect. Which bathroom should I use?”

“Mine,” I said. “Throw your stuff in my room as well, but you can sleep in Mel’s.”

I heard the shower start just as my doorbell rang again and I checked the peephole to see Snarl standing in the hallway. Pulling open the door, I grinned. “Come in, but give me just a second.”

I closed the door, then headed down the hall, peeking into my bathroom. “Snarl’s here, Kady, don’t come out naked.”

“No promises,” she replied in a sing-song voice.

I chuckled, then after closing both my bathroom and bedroom doors, I headed back out to the living room, straight into my man’s arms. “Hi.”

“Hey, baby.” He gave me a squeeze.

“This is a nice surprise.” I met his eyes. “My sister just got here, so it’s a twofer for me. ”

“From London?”

“Yes. She flew in early.”

“Then I won’t keep you. Just got back from the club, so thought I’d stop in and see if you had time to look at a house with me.”

“A house?”

He nodded. “Got a lead on a foreclosure in a great neighborhood. Probably gonna need some work, but thought it might be fun.”

“And you want me to go with you?”

He grinned. “Yeah, why not? Any excuse to spend time with you. Shit, I’d invite you to go grocery shoppin’ if it meant more time with you.”

I bit my lip, letting his words and the warm fuzzies they elicited, fill me. “Well, that’s ridiculously sweet. ”

“That’s me, sweet ol’ Snarl.” He leaned down and kissed me gently.

“Holy, shit, sissy, you didn’t tell me he was the blond version of Jason Momoa,” Kadance hissed, and I dropped my head to his chest.

“Perfect timing, per usj, Kady.”

I turned to face my sister as Snarl slid an arm around my waist, keeping me against his chest.

Kadance reached her hand out to him with a giant grin. “Hi, big man, I’m Kadance. The big sister.”

“Hey there. I’m Snarl, the, ah, man, I guess. It’s nice to meet ya.”

They shook hands and my sister let out a long, exaggerated yawn. “Do you mind if we postpone our reunion? The jetlag is setting in and I just want to crash.”

I frowned. “Are you sure? ”

“Yes. Seriously, I know I should stay up, but I’ll do that tomorrow.”

I glanced up at Snarl. “I guess I’m free.”

“Perfect.” He gave me a squeeze. “I’ve got my truck today.”

I hugged my sister before grabbing my purse and keys and following Snarl down to his truck.

We drove into the Cherry Creek neighborhood, and I let out a quiet whistle. “Holy crap, Snarl, there isn’t a home under a million dollars around here.”

“There is, you just have to know where to look.”

He pulled into the driveway of the cutest little bungalow, next to a newer Lexus, and Snarl cut the engine.

“This is adorable,” I breathed out .

“Yeah, it’s nicer in person,” he said. “The owner just died, and I guess she took out a mortgage on it and then stopped paying it. It went into foreclosure, but she just let it go, because what the fuck did she care? She was dyin’, she didn’t have any family, and she decided to spend whatever money she got from the loan to travel out her last days. ”

I gasped. “Really?”

“Apparently.” He slid out of the truck and made his way to my side to help me.

“How did you find all of this out?”

“My brother.” He chuckled. “He keeps his finger on the pulse of real estate in the area.”

“Hey, Snarl,” a feminine voice called out.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Snarl took my hand and led me toward the house.

A tall, drop-dead gorgeous brunette stood on the porch, her stylish white, wide-legged pants falling artfully to show just enough of her perfectly fitting peep toed, denim wedges that matched her blue gingham button down shirt, showing enough cleavage to reveal she had a body to entice, and I didn’t like it.

I didn’t like it one bit.

“Megan, meet Lennon,” Snarl said, and I gave her a tight smile as I shook her hand.

“Hi.”

Megan smiled warmly, but she stared at my man like she wanted to lick every inch of his body.

I squeezed his hand and stepped closer to him.

“Right, let’s have a look, shall we?” Snarl said, squeezing my hand back.

Megan led us inside, and I bit my lip. The place was gorgeous. I mean, it was a bit of a wreck, but nothing that some paint and new flooring couldn’t fix.

“Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and an unfinished basement. It’s just under two-thousand square feet, but if you finish the basement, you’ll add another thousand. It’s on half an acre, which is unheard of, so you could add on.”

“Yeah, Rocky mentioned,” Snarl said.

“It goes on the market next month, so if you want it...”

“Got it,” Snarl said. “Right, we’ll have a look around, yeah?”

“I can show you,” Megan offered .

“I think we’ve got it.” He smiled at me. “We’ve got it, right, baby?”

I grinned up at him. “Definitely.”

With Megan successfully dismissed, we continued our self-guided tour, ending in the primary bedroom, where Snarl wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off my feet. “We could totally make a baby in here.”

I looped my arms around his neck. “You wanna make a baby with me?”

“I wanna make a hundred babies with you.”

I laughed. “Well, maybe we start with one and go from there.”

He nodded. “I can get behind that.”

“Let’s get the whole Africa thing behind us first, huh? ”

“Deal.”

He set me on my feet again before kissing me, then we headed back out to the front room. Megan was waiting for us, practically panting with need.

“I’ll talk to my realtor about an offer, and we’ll go from there.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had a realtor.”

“You didn’t ask.” He smiled. “I’ll be in touch.”

He took my hand and led me out to the truck.

“Who’s your realtor?” I asked once he started the engine.

“I need to call my brother and ask him to find me another one.”

I turned in my seat to face him. “Megan was right there.”

“Megan’s in heat,” he said, and I bust out laughing.

“I wasn’t sure if you noticed.”

“Baby, she was practically gagging for it. I don’t need some over processed, fake titty, spray tanned wannabe in my orbit.

I’m happy with the stunner I’ve got. You’re one hundred percent prettier than any woman I’ve ever met and if Megan can’t keep it in her pants, especially when she’s in front of you, she doesn’t get my business. ”

“Wow, you don’t miss a thing, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you, no.”

I loved him.

I wasn’t ready to say it out loud, but it was legitimately how I felt.

Instead I beamed at him. “Another notch in your sweet belt, honey. ”

“Good to know.” He chuckled. “Now, where am I takin’ you for breakfast?”

“Feathered Fates?”

“Ooh, I like your style,” he said, and we headed into downtown Denver.