The man simply looked gorgeous without even trying. She hated him.

“What are you doing here?” Sara bit out before she could stop herself.

“That’s not very friendly. I thought Texans were friendly.”

“Texans are. But I’m not.”

Angelina quickly cut in, “So that party tonight, lots of people going to be there?”

Sara stared straight at Zach. He wouldn’t turn away, so she didn’t either. That went on for about a minute until his large blond friend, who was bringing up the rear, slammed into the back of Zach. “Where’s the coffee? I’m dyin’.”

There was no way those two huge specimens were getting through the door at the same time, so the blond simply forced his way past Zach into the shop, making a direct line for Miki at the counter.

It was Sara’s turn to smile as Zach was forced to move out of his friend’s way. But when his eyes once again focused on hers, Sara’s breath caught in her throat and she felt her clit start to throb, again, and her nipples became rock hard. Sara turned away before he could see how much he was getting to her and took a sip of her now tepid chocolate. She couldn’t even taste it.

The big blond bear stood at the counter staring at Miki.

Miki stared back at him. But she looked like a skittish colt that might bolt at any moment. “Do you actually want something?” She asked carefully.

“What?”

Miki looked at her friend, “Okay, Sara?” Sara heard the desperation in her voice. Poor thing, Sara sighed to herself. She just didn’t know how to handle someone that actually liked her.

Of course, Miki would probably say the same about her.

“Want something? Oh, yeah.” He cleared his throat, “Two large coffees to go. Please.”

Miki turned away so fast to fill his order she banged into the counter. Sara could see Angelina’s body shaking from her silent laughter, while Sara dug her fingernails into the palm of her hand to keep from embarrassing poor Miki any more than she had embarrassed herself.

“So you guys coming tonight?” The blond stalker asked Miki’s back as Zach slowly closed the space between him and Sara. Her back was still to him, but she felt him. Felt him getting closer to her. Felt her body respond. She was terrified he’d touch her. And terrified he wouldn’t. And all that “terror” was making her unbelievably wet.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Angelina answered, probably because she knew Miki wouldn’t. But typical Angelina, she didn’t even notice the two gorgeous men right in front of her. She was, instead, flipping through one of those fashion magazines that Sara found blindingly boring. Some people called Angelina cold. Sara just called her finicky. Funny thing was, that for the first time Sara could remember, neither of these men seemed to notice Angelina. “Thor” couldn’t stop staring at Miki. And Zach, for some bizarre reason, wouldn’t stop staring at her. Even though her back was too him, she felt his eyes on her. Traveling down her body, her chest, her arms, her legs. But she kept asking herself why?What could he possibly see in her? It was making her crazy and distrustful, which thankfully was helping her control her desire to take his cock in her mouth.

What is wrong with you?

Angelina tossed the magazine aside and stood up, “I’ve got to get to work.” She grabbed her bag and headed toward the door.

“Wait! Don’t leave me!” Sara barked loudly before she had a chance to stop herself. They all turned to stare at her. She cleared her throat. “I’m going to be late for work. So I better leave with you.”

Angelina looked startled, “Since when do you care about being on time… ow!” Sara had grabbed Angelina’s arm and forced her out of the store.

“You’re both leaving?!” Miki barked after them, but Sara kept going. She’d have to apologize to Miki later.

Once Sara dragged her friend to the corner, Angelina snatched her arm away, “What is it with you?!” She demanded as she rubbed the now red spot that Sara had caused while desperately clutching her friend.

“Nothing,” she snapped back.

Angelina’s face broke into a dazzling smile, “He’s getting to you.”

“Who?”

Her friend nodded back to the bookstore, “You know, Mr. Not Nice.”

Sara growled in annoyance and turned to make her way up to Marrec’s shop.

“Don’t worry!” Angelina yelled after her, “I won’t tell!”

Sara, without turning around, raised her middle finger high into the air and she did her best to ignore the laughter that followed.

***

“She makes great coffee, huh?” Conall asked as he slowly sipped the French-roasted brew.

“Yeah. She sure does.” Zach took another sip, “But she’s still Satan.”

Conall smiled, “Then I guess I’ll just have to burn.”

Zach shook his head. His friend sure did have it bad for a woman who went screaming beyond the realm of blunt. Well, whatever floats your boat, he thought to himself.

Like Sara. Sara floated his boat. She was such a ripe piece of ass. Well, she was more than that, and hearing her and her friends talk about him last night like a side of beef wasn’t helping. Because Angelina was right. He wasn’t nice. In bed or out. And he had the feeling Sara could handle that. Would be in to that. Would be in to him. So that he could be inside of her.

But he wasn’t about to get caught in that trap. End up like Yates, with some petty, power-hungry bitch as his mate. Why? So he could breed? The Pack hadn’t been the same since she came along. Not that Zach was considered the fun one of the Pack, but he enjoyed that everyone else was having fun. Now, no one really laughed anymore. Or just enjoyed themselves, as wolves often like to do. The situation even forced his sister to move to their European operations just to get away from what she called “that fun funeral feeling” that the den now had. Casey brought a pall over the Magnus Pack that he would never really be able to forgive the woman for.