But that was a very long time ago. She wasn’t that battered little girl hiding from a bunch of ravening She-pups. She was Jessica Ann Ward, CEO of Kuznetsov Security Systems and Alpha Female of the Kuznetsov Pack. And yet, here she stood, getting lectured to by this giant-headed mangy wolf.

Sure, she could yell at him. Scream at him even. But that wouldn’t register with Bobby Ray Smith. No, there was only one way to get under a Smith’s skin. Especially this Smith.

“Look, Bubba Ray—”

His eyes narrowed to glowing-amber slits. “It’s Bobby Ray, as you damn well know. My daddy is Bubba.”

“Bubba. Bobby.” She gave a dismissive wave. “Sweetie, does it really matter?” For a brief second, she though he might hit her.

When he didn’t, she patted his shoulder. “It’s really sweet of you to care. Really. But I actually have someone waiting for me and,” she wrinkled up her nose and whispered, “not to tell you your business, but shouldn’t you be watching the front door? I wouldn’t want you to get fired.” When he stared at her with his mouth slightly open, she innocently asked, “You are restaurant security, right?” Frighteningly entertained, Jess rubbed his sweater-covered bicep a bit. “Well, I do have to go. You take care now, Bobby Joe.”

Jess walked to the door and pulled it open. As she stepped into the hallway, she heard him growl, “It’s Bobby Ray.”

Smiling and feeling like she’d won the lottery, Jess sauntered back to the table. Before she could sit down, her cell phone went off.

She flipped it open. “This is Jessica?”

“I’m calling to rescue you from a fate worse than death. Dessert with Sherman the Dull.”

“Oh, my God. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure he’s really dull—just like I warned you he would be,” Phil went on smugly. “You never listen to me.”

“Okay. Okay. I understand. I’m leaving right now.”

Jess closed her phone and gave Sherman her best pout. “I’m so sorry, Sherman. But I have to run. Trouble at the Pack house.”

“Of course, of course.” He stood and she waved him back into his seat. “My car is waiting outside. You have dessert and I’ll talk to you later.” She thought about kissing him on the cheek, but the thought made her wince, so she patted him on the shoulder instead. “Thank you for a lovely dinner.” Then she headed for the door. The maître d’, whom she knew on a first-name basis, already had her coat on his arm. She snatched it from him, rolled her eyes at his grin, and charged out of the restaurant. Her driver already had the car door open and she practically leaped inside.

“Home?” her driver asked.

“Nah, office. I’ve gotta salvage this crappy eveningsomehow.”

Although torturing Bobby Ray Smith would definitely go down as the highlight of her night... if not her year.

He didn’t move until Adelle walked into the bathroom and tugged on his sweater. “Are you all right, Bobby Ray?”

“She called me Bubba. She keeps thinking I was in the Marines.” He finally looked down into Adelle’s concerned face. “Has the universe gone insane?”

He paced away from her. “I mean, this is Jessie Ann, for God’s sake. Little Jessie Ann Ward. I used to have to coax her out from under the bleachers like a squirrel from a tree. She was insanely in love with me, and now she’s calling me Bubba?”

“Uh, Bobby Ray, there are women waiting to use the bath—”

“And for her to stand there and act like I was some sort of pest she was trying to wave off her food is just too much. She adored me!”

Adelle shrugged. “I guess she grew out of it.”

But he hadn’t grown out of it. How the hell could she?

Raising her hands at his glare, Adelle stepped back. “Why don’t I, uh, reroute the ladies outside to the men’s room and you take your time... snarling. In here. And when you’re ready, there’s a forty-ounce cut of steak and a bottle of tequila waiting for you in the kitchen.”

Then she turned and fled the room. Snarling, like Adelle said he could, Smitty stalked over to the bathroom sink. He stared at himself in the mirror. Fangs. His fangs were out! He let a woman get to him so much he’d unleashed his fangs? The universe had gone insane!

“This is so not over,” he told his reflection. “Not by a long shot.”

There had to be a reason Jessie Ann Ward kept treating him like dog shit on her shoe, and he’d sure as hell find out why.

Chapter 3

“You called her Spot?”

His sister looked up at him in surprise. Probably because he never yelled. At her or anyone else. But no wonder Jessie Ann had looked right through him the last two nights he’d seen her. Who wanted to remember being called Spot?

“Lassie had been done, darlin’,” his sister said as an explanation.

He didn’t know how this particular event became a monthly one. Meeting with Mace, his sister, Sissy Mae, Ronnie Lee, Ronnie Lee’s mate Brendon Shaw, and Mace’s wife Dez for Sunday brunch at the Kingston Arms, Shaw’s hotel. This specific dining room was hidden away from full-humans and catered mostly to their kind. A neutral space for all breeds. And the best damn French toast a body could ever have.

“It wasn’t just that, Sissy Mae,” Ronnie reminded her. “It was also her hair. All those colors in one head. It was tragic. It didn’t look punk or anything. It just looked stupid.”