Bear Meets Girl (25 page)
Authors: Shelly Laurenston
“Don’t call them victims, just the opposing team. No use giving them special titles like victims. And,” she went on, “I wouldn’t have to hurt anyone if they didn’t go after Novikov. I’m only protecting him. That’s my job, in case you don’t remember.”
His eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute. You hit Dr. Davis?”
“Of course not. That’s the point. I have a healthy range of friends. Some I can punch in the face and some I’d never, ever consider it. Well, actually, I have considered it with Jai because she can be a snobby bitch, but I’d never do it. She’d crumple like a house of cards and then I’d feel bad.”
“That’s big of you.”
“I am all heart.” Cella laughed and reached for Crushek’s T-shirt, pulling him closer so that he rested right between her legs.
“I am still thinking about our last kiss, which is huge for me because I find most beings downright forgettable.”
“Isn’t that a cat thing?”
“Yeah. But once we lock on ya, it’s hell getting rid of us.”
He gazed down at her. “I thought I was just your pretend boyfriend.”
“But I think a pretend boyfriend should come with benefits.”
“Shouldn’t they come with
pretend
benefits?”
pretend
benefits?”
“No. Real benefits for pretend boyfriends. That’s my motto.” Cella studied him for a moment and said, “Want to know how you, as my pretend boyfriend ... can help me out?”
“Pretend help you out?”
“Uh-uh. The real thing.” She slid off the counter. “Come on. I need you to watch my back.”
He scowled, his gaze locked on her mouth. “Is that some sexual talk I’m unfamiliar with?”
“No. I need you to keep an eye out for Blayne,” she whispered.
“Uh-huh. And why would I need to do that?”
“Because I asked you to. God, what kind of pretend boyfriend are you?”
“A confused and fictitious one?”
“Yeah, yeah.” She grabbed his hand. “Come on.”
Crush had no idea what to do with this woman. He wasn’t sure if she went out of her way to confuse him or if she was just confusing in general. Either of these scenarios was possible with her.
But still, he was curious to see what she was up to and what she felt the need to hide from Blayne Thorpe, a woman who seemed to love everybody and have absolutely no secrets. He really hoped it wasn’t anything involving life or death. He’d hate to have to choose sides.
Malone eased the locker room door open and peeked out, looking first one way, then the other. Once she seemed satisfied, she tugged and led him into the hallway. She moved quickly. Crush just needed to lengthen his stride a bit to keep up with her as she went down to the game room that was, as always, filled with hybrid kids.
Malone took another quick look around and then dragged him into the room, closing the door behind them. “Keep a lookout for Blayne.”
“But she can see right through the big window.”
“Just do what I ask. If you see her, let me know.”
“You should stop involving Blayne in whatever you’re doing. You’re upsetting the Marauder’s equilibrium.”
“I don’t even know what that means.” She stopped, faced him. “How do you know that?”
“No reason.”
“You’re lying. What are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing.” When she kept scowling at him with those gold eyes, he finally admitted, “We just had lunch ... couple of times.”
“Awwwww. You’ve made a friend!”
Annoyed, Crush snapped, “Don’t we have something we’re
supposed
to be doing? Like ... our jobs?”
supposed
to be doing? Like ... our jobs?”
“Do you have any idea how long it takes for shifters to get their shit together so we can head out? Trust me, we have time. Besides, this is for my job. The one you care the most about now that you have a friend... .”
“Shut up. I have to put on my body armor.”
She made a sound that seemed distinctly ...
“Did you just purr at me?”
“Yeah.” And she kind of growled that. “Body armor over all those muscles ... what kind of response do you expect from a girl?”
“Not purring, but, uh, thanks?”
She winked and walked farther into the room, Crush behind her. The kids stopped what they were doing to watch them, some of them recognizing Crush. Not who he was specifically, though. He could just hear them whispering to a friend close-by, “Cop.”
Then a few left the room while some others just kept watching.
Like Malone had said, street kids. Who’d already been through a lot, he guessed. Just like Hannah had.
Fascinated, he didn’t even realize they’d stopped walking until Cella said, “Hey, Hannah.”
Hannah looked up from her book, brown eyes growing wide when she saw Cella and Crush.
“Oh. Cella. Hi.”
“How’s it going?”
She shrugged massive shoulders. “Fine.”
“So, kid.” Malone released Crush’s hand and stepped closer. “You busy week after next?”
“Busy?”
“Uh-huh. Busy. As in you have something to do?”
“I never have anything to do.” She held up a book. “I usually just read.”
“Reading. Right. Reading is good for you. I love reading.” And when Crush snorted, he got quite the glare. “Magazines,” she amended. “I enjoy reading magazines.” Another scowl at him, then she said to the girl, “But you know what’s really fun? Hanging out with me for a few hours at the Sports Center.”
“Why do you want her to hang out with you at the—ow! Do you mind? I actually need that femur!”
“Okay,” Hannah said. “I’ll ask. Why do you want me to hang out at the Sports Center?”
“Well, you see, the Carnivores and the minor team for New York are having tryouts and I thought you’d like to come and—”
“
Aaaah-haaa!
”
Aaaah-haaa!
”
Crush was so startled by the scream coming from behind him that he spun around and roared.
Accusing finger pointing, Blayne Thorpe stormed her way over to them. Where had she been hiding? He didn’t really know. And how long had she been hiding? No clue.
“I didn’t know I’d have to deal with such betrayal!”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” Malone shot back. “You with the drama! And you knew I was going to ask her. You knew!”
“But I didn’t think you would! The travesty! Well, you just keep your grubby cat paws off Hannah.”
“I will do no such thing. And my paws are
not
grubby, canine.”
not
grubby, canine.”
“You can’t just walk in here and—”
“I can and I will. I’m giving her the opportunity of a lifetime and I’m not letting you and your girl power sensibilities get in my way.”
Blayne gasped. “How dare you!”
“Cut the shit, Thorpe.”
“You know what? You don’t want to mess with me, Malone.”
“Why? What are you going to do? Sob me to death?”
While the two idiots argued, they didn’t notice that Hannah was desperately looking for a way out of the room, but the females had her backed into a corner. She looked incredibly uncomfortable and Crush got that. Some bears just didn’t like a lot of yelling and drama around them.
Desperate brown eyes sought his, long fingers curling into fists. Not wanting her to snap and possibly bite little Blayne’s head off in the process—she was the closest—Crush grabbed both feline and canine around the waist and took them back out into the hallway. By the time he put them down, the two
grown
women were slapping at each other like, well ... like regular suburban girls. Seemed odd since neither of them were regular anything.
grown
women were slapping at each other like, well ... like regular suburban girls. Seemed odd since neither of them were regular anything.
“Stop it,” he ordered, using his best cop voice.
“She started it. Sneaky cat!”
“Dumb canine!”
“That is
enough
! I mean it.” Crush stood between the two women, but he faced Malone. “What are you doing?”
enough
! I mean it.” Crush stood between the two women, but he faced Malone. “What are you doing?”
“I want Hannah to try out for the Carnivores and Little Miss Mood Swing wants her to try out for derby.”
“Derby, I’ll have you know, has a long and proud tradition.”
“Of tiny shorts and makeup use.”
The two went for each other again and Crush pushed them apart. “Here’s a suggestion ... why don’t you let Hannah decide?”
They both stopped, gazed up at him. “Why?” they asked.
Disgusted, Crush walked back into the game room and over to Hannah. Her eyes were on the pages of her book, but Crush knew she wasn’t reading. Not with her right leg bouncing and her cheeks a bright red.
“Hey.”
She cleared her throat. “Hey.”
“Do you remember me?”
“You’re Cella’s boyfriend.”
“I’m not—” He stopped, and calmed down. “Right. And you took on those two grizzlies the other day.”
“That big one hurt Abby, and that full-human girl, she didn’t do anything. She was just helping.”
“I know. You absolutely did the right thing. Not that you care, but I was impressed.”
She peeked up at him through long, dark lashes. “Really?”
“Yeah. Unfortunately for you, though, you also impressed the two nutbags I took out of here.”
She frowned. “Huh?”
“Let me just ask you a question, Hannah, and you give me a straight and honest answer. Extremely honest.”
“There is no ‘extremely’ honest. There’s honest. Or there’s dishonest.”
Yep. She was his kind of girl. If Crush had ever had a sister, he’d guess she’d have the same kind of argument.
“You’re right.”
“So what do you want to ask me?”
“Do you want a shot at playing hockey or do you want a shot at playing derby?”
Frowning, she answered, “I don’t think I’d be very good at either.”
“Only you would know that but, I’m afraid, if you want either of these two off your back anytime soon, you’re going to have to fall on your face to prove it.”
She briefly closed her eyes. “Yeah. I was afraid it was getting to that point. Blayne’s been circling me for months like a stray circling an injured rat in an alley. And then Cella ... I just wasn’t exactly sure why.”
“Do you even like hockey or derby?”
“Hockey’s okay. I don’t know much about derby, but I’ve seen the shorts. I’m not comfortable with those shorts, Mr. Crushek.”
“You can call me Crush. Besides ... I’m guessing I wouldn’t look good in those shorts, either. Although I’ve been told I have nice calves.”
That made her smile and Crush asked, “Can I make a suggestion?”
Hannah studied him a moment, then nodded her head. “Okay.”
“If you tolerate hockey, then go to the Carnivore tryout. Get it done and over with and chances are neither will bother you again.”
“You clearly don’t know Blayne.”
That made him laugh a little. “I don’t know her well, no, but I’m sure sobbing will be involved. But that could work for you, too. Seem all broken up about your humiliation at hockey and maybe cry a little, I’m guessing she’ll totally back off. I won’t promise, however, that she won’t try to find something else to obsess over. I haven’t known her two weeks and I already sense that she obsesses over a lot.”
“You’d be amazed.”
“But you’ll definitely get Malone off your back.”
“I just don’t ...”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Cella. I mean ... she’s Bare Knuckles Malone.
The
Bare Knuckles Malone.”
The
Bare Knuckles Malone.”
Realizing he was talking to a fan, Crush grinned. “Kid, until you’ve spent two hours with your childhood hero—Malone’s father—and listened to him go on and on about his participation in every illegal activity short of first-degree murder and sexual assault ... you really don’t know what embarrassment is.”
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