I didn’t mention the fact that he was anti-B&B. It didn’t matter. Natalie didn’t want to run one. I didn’t need to have ESP to know it wasn’t her personality. It was a way to make money, but she was smart and resourceful enough to find an alternative. One that made her eager to get up in the morning. That fulfilled her. It wasn’t waiting on tourists, that was for fucking sure. Just like it wasn’t slinging drinks at Cody’s.
Nathan’s problem with the B&B really was about Rob’s leadership, not even the actual bed and breakfast, if that ever happened. He was always looking for a way to challenge Rob on his decisions.
Still, Nathan had approached my mate. She wasn’t going to be a pawn in his pack issues. I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.
“Look, Nathan Brown is not the welcome committee I or the alpha wanted you to have. If he comes by here again, I want you to let me know, okay? I don’t like the idea of him stopping by here whenever the hell he feels like it.”
“Okay,” Natalie said.
“We’ll go to the barbecue, and you’ll see what everyone’s like. Everyone who is important.”
Natalie nodded. “All right.”
“Good girl. Hop in the truck. I’ll drive you back to the house where I want a beer and kisses from my woman.”
When she turned to go around to the passenger side, I gave her ass a little smack. She gasped and looked over her shoulder. She wasn’t pissed any longer but surprised. And turned on.
I grinned. “Actually, the beer can wait. I want my woman.”
20
NATALIE
A few days later, I was covered in plaster dust from helping Rand with the electrical. I had to wonder if the project was ever going to end, and I was definitely second guessing making any other upgrades to the house. I wasn’t a do-it-yourselfer, and I knew nothing about wiring a house other than the fact that when I turned something on, it had power.
But I felt bad that Rand was doing it all on his downtime, which wasn’t tons. He worked hard with Nash at their construction business. The last thing I’d want to do in my off hours was wire an old house, but he was determined to see the house safe. At least from a wiring standpoint. And spiders. He was relocating any he found.
“You are going to have to take my money one of these days.” I leaned against the wall. Rand had poked five holes along it, so he could pull the wire across the room from the switch to the plug.
He was squatting by the outlet and looked up at me. “You’re mine, Red. That means I support your needs.”
Despite the kindling warmth his words produced, I refused to allow it in. I pushed off, set my hands on my hips and glared down at him. “I can take care of my own needs, thank you,” I snapped. “And this house isn’t something you are required to take on. Splurge for a dinner and a movie. That’s what a date does, not rewire a woman’s entire house.”
He grinned and slowly stood then came over to me. “A date? I’m much more than that, darlin’.”
“Lover, then.”
He leaned down and tucked his nose into my neck. “That, definitely.”
I shivered at the way his warm breath fanned over my delicate skin.
“I’m your mate. I take care of you.”
I tilted my head to the side, not sure about giving him more room or leaning away. “Do you want to beat your chest while you say that too?”
He laughed and stood. “You’ve been in my bed every night for well over a week. I’ve told you what you are to me. What it means. I’ve even backed off and tried to be more… human and less wolf.”
I made a non-committal sound halfway between a snort and a grunt.
“I love this house. I’m gonna work on it, not only because it’s yours and you’re mine but because it deserves to be brought back to life. To shine. Your uncle would want that. Hell, I’d even think he wanted this. Us to work on it together.”
I stared at him, my mouth open, not sure how to respond. That actually kind of made sense. Had Uncle Adam known we’d get together like this? Had he given me this house to… to what?
Sound like an idiot?
I sighed. “How about this? Your time is your own, but I pay for supplies. All right?”
“You can pay me, too. I’ve got some ideas on how you can do that.”
I couldn’t help grin at his playfulness. “Oh? What are they?”
His cell rang, and he sighed, pulled it from his pocket with dusty fingers.
“Hey Marina. Yeah, she’s here with me.” He glanced at me. “Yeah, hang on.” He passed me the phone.