Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Adventures in Ghost Hunting (Haskell Investigations outtake) Chapter 1/3

I have the rough draft of Vampires, Bears and Other Bitey Things 90% finished.  To help everyone get back in to the Az & Rick groove, here's a short story that takes place after the first book.

Adventures in Ghost Hunting Chapter 1 /3

Az trailed her fingertips along the wall as she quietly meandered down the hallway towards the staircase. It was dark, but she knew every inch of the hall.  She could walk it, and identify doors, with her eyes closed.  Or at three in the morning.  Same difference.
Halfway between her origin point – Jose’s bedroom - and her destination, she paused to press her palm against the cool wood of a closed door.  If she concentrated, she could hear a soft huffle-snore.  Two legs in Rick’s bed rather than four.  The invitation would still be open.  His goodnight kiss had made that clear.  It was tempting.
Too tempting.
With a wistful sigh, she dropped her hand back to her side and continued on her quest for a new book.  The Care and Feeding of Siberian Huskies had been interesting, but she doubted that many of the tips would translate well to the care and feeding of a house full of Shifters.  
At the murmur of voices from the room diagonally across from Rick’s, she stopped abruptly.  Her eyes narrowed as she tried to determine whether it was moonlight or artificial light seeping from underneath the door.  Uriah and Quinn had a strict midnight lights out rule.  Exceptions were only made for pack functions, school assignments, and illnesses.  
There were no pack functions.  All homework assignments had been checked and tucked away in backpacks.  The boys had been perfectly healthy during a surprisingly cutthroat post-homework game of Scrabble.
Az crossed the carpeted hallway and carefully turned the knob so that it didn’t squeak.  She couldn’t risk knocking first.  Knocking would undoubtedly rouse Rick, which would undoubtedly get the boys grounded.  And if the boys were grounded, she was grounded, too.
A flashlight clicked off as soon as she opened the door.  The edge of a sheet dangled off the top bunk.  Four pillows were piled in front of the window.  There two were two figures seated on the bottom bunk.  Though she didn’t have a Shifter’s senses, Az could practically taste the guilt in the air.
She stepped inside the room and pulled the door shut.  For ten seconds after the door closed with a snick, she held her breath.  When the growl of a sleep-deprived Alpha didn’t shake the floor under her feet, she relaxed and set her book on the corner of a nearby desk.
“What’s going on?” she whispered as she tiptoed toward the bed.  Navigating the teens’ bedroom in the dark wasn’t as easy as walking down the hallway.  There were dirty clothes landmines and sporting equipment roadblocks to avoid.
“Nothing,” Uriah said, voice equally quiet.
Az squirmed her way between the two teens.  She treated each to her harshest Rick-esque glare.  She’d practiced in the mirror for three days before trying it out on Rick.  He hadn’t even bothered to pretend to be impressed.  Jerk.  At least Jose had winced.  Ike had even handed over his pint of ice cream when she’d tested the glare on him.
“You’re risking missing out on an absolutely gorgeous weekend for nothing?”
The boys leaned in front of her to hold a silent brotherly conversation.  Az inspected the glow-in-the-dark galaxy adhered to the ceiling.  Orion’s Belt was in the wrong location, and she was pretty sure they were missing a planet.  Given their science grades, though, it was hardly a surprise.
Quinn straightened suddenly.  He raked a hand through his mop of hair.  “The house across the street is haunted.”
“Haunted?”  That wasn’t the answer she’d expected.  Az rose.  She picked her way to the window and pulled back the thick, thermal curtains.  The Gothic Revival house was dark.  According to Rick, it had been foreclosed months before her arrival in Houston.  With its lancet windows, steeply pitched roof, and decorative trim, it certainly appeared intimidating.
Uriah flopped back against the mattress.   “We’re not crazy.”
“I’m hardly one to toss stones,” Az murmured, squinting as a small speck of light appeared in one of the second-floor windows.  “It could be squatters.  That last cold front dropped the temperature.”
“We’ve seen faces in the windows.  And a woman on the balcony,” Quinn said.
“There was a man on the porch the other day.  I could see through him,” Uriah added. His enthusiasm paled in comparison to his brother’s, but there was a note of curiosity in his tone.   “Last week, I thought I heard a baby crying when I was out raking the yard.”
Az watched as the speck of light bobbed in the window before unexpectedly winking out.  Something dark moved against the window, but she couldn’t tell if it was the wind moving branches or something spectral.  She scanned the house’s other windows for signs of occupancy.
“Ghosts exist,” she said, “of course they do.  You die and that supposed to be it, but sometimes things go haywire.  Wires crossed.  It could be a conscious decision or just a fluke.  Combination of both.  No one knows.  The energy transfer relating to death is too massive to be accurately quantified. The la Fay Constant is supposed to be the best estimate, but even that’s come under fire.  Energy and magic feel similar, can be used in many of the same applications, but they don’t dissipate in the same way.”
“In English, Az?”
“There’s a very good possibility you aren’t hallucinating.”
“We’ve been keeping a log.”  Quinn flicked on the flashlight.  He held up a battered spiral notebook.  “Do you want to see it?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
The three of them huddled on the bunk with the notebook and the flashlight.  Uriah hogged most of the mattress with his long legs while Quinn was content to cuddle up against her side.  Their notes were detailed.  They boys had carefully denoted the weather and traffic patterns at the time of each incident.  Rough sketches were included with the notes.  
“I wish you’d put this much effort into your schoolwork,” she muttered as she flipped to the notes on the latest occurrence.  “I will say that it does appear there is something odd going on across the street.”
“Ghost odd or drug smuggling ring odd?” Uriah asked.
“I love your imagination,” Az said, grinning at the teen.  “And the answer is: I don’t know.”
“But we’re going to find out, right?” Quinn asked.
Az playfully nudged his ribs with her elbow.  “Have you ever known anyone in this house to pass up a mystery?”
Before either teen could respond, the scritch of nails on wood cut through the silence.  Quinn and Uriah exchanged worried glances.  Az hurriedly turned off the flashlight and then motioned for them to lie down.  She slid off the bed and crept to the door.  
A thousand explanations – okay, lies – raced through her brain.  She hadn’t settled on one when she opened the door a crack.  She expected an irritated Alpha glare.  She got a sleepy ocelot stare.  Jose used his head to push her out of the way so she could enter.  She quickly scanned the hallway before shutting the door behind his tail.
“I was coming back,” Az said.  She glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed and winced.  It was nearly six in the morning.  In thirty minutes, Rick would knock on the door to wake the boys.  “Wow.  I didn’t realize I’d been gone that long.”
As if on cue, Quinn let out a jaw-cracking yawn.  Uriah followed seconds later.  Az eyed them speculatively.  If they went to school, they wouldn’t learn anything.  They’d only fall asleep in one class or another and wind up with detention.  Why put them through the hassle of detention and punishment from Rick for said detention?
“So sorry you boys came down with the stomach flu,” Az said, shaking her head.  “I know you were both looking forward to going to school today, but I’m afraid that you’re going to have to stay home.”
Jose padded toward the bed.  He sniffed both boys before cocking his head at Az.  His ears were perked up and his tail was curled around her left knee.  She stared at him imploringly.  If Jose didn’t back her story, Rick would know something was wrong.  After one, heart-stoppingly long minute Jose blinked.
“Thank you.”  Az ran her fingers across the tuft of fur between his ears.  “Why don’t you go back to bed?”
Jose shook off her hand and, with a liquid grace Az envied, leapt onto the top bunk.  The bed creaked as he turned Quinn’s blanket into an acceptable kitty nest.   The tips of his ears were the only parts of him visible from the floor.
Az scarcely had time to stash the ghost journal into a nightstand drawer and tuck the boys into bed.  She was dragging the wastebasket to the bed when the door flew open.  Rick, dressed only in a pair of faded jeans, stood in the doorway.  He scrubbed a hand across his face, and his attention was on the activity in the hallway.
“Up and at ‘em, boys.  If you’re lucky, we can sweet talk Jose into making breakfast.  I’m thinking chocolate chip pancakes, bacon and...Az!”
She bit back a grin.  He was downright adorable when startled.  “Afraid I’m not on the menu this morning, Ricky.”
The tips of his ears burned a bright red.  “What are you doing here?  I thought you were bunking with the furball.”
“You realize that to me you are all furballs, right?”
“What did I say about attempting diversions before my first cup of coffee?”
“That they were only acceptable if they involved actions that I cannot discuss in a room with two ill teenagers.”  Az glanced over her shoulder to ensure that the boys were still feigning sleep before herding Rick into the hallway.  She closed the door but kept her hand on the knob.  It was the only way to keep her hands off the shirtless temptation in front of her.
“Ill?  They were fine last night.”
“No,” she corrected.  “They were fine until they started vomiting around three in the morning.  Stomach flu, I think.  Which is kind of a misnomer, actually.  It isn’t actually influenza.  It’s gastroenteritis.  If they had the actual flu, they’d be feverish, congested, and achy.  This is just stomach pain and puking.  Lots and lots of puking.”
Rick was silent for a few seconds.  He shook his head as if coming out of a daydream.  He’d likely zoned out while she was talking.  Az knew he did it often.  She didn’t mind.  Much.  It came in handy at times.
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“And why would you?  You were snoring loud enough to wake the dead.”  A slight exaggeration but not out of the realm of possibility.  He complained about Jose’s snoring, but he could be just as loud.  Especially if he was as tired as she suspected he’d be given the mess at the Astrodome.
Rick made a move for the doorknob.  Az slid to intercept him.  She curled an arm around his bicep.  Fought the urge to give it an experimental squeeze.
“Please, no.  They just fell asleep.  And the bathroom is finally clean.  Let them rest.”  She fluttered her eyelashes and tried to look as exhausted and guileless as possible.  It was more difficult than people assumed.  She was grateful she’d cleaned their bathroom the previous morning so that the smell of bleach was still fresh.
“They’ll need to stay home from school, then.  You’ll call the office?”
“Absolutely.  I’ll have them text Lenny Parker and ask to him bring by any assignments they missed.”  She relaxed against the door. He was buying it.  “You’ll have to settle for cold cereal.  Jose is snoozing on the top bunk. I woke him when I tried to sneak out.”
“What were you doing up so late?” Rick asked.  “Nightmares again?  Why didn’t you come to me?”
The kicked-puppy look on his face made the corners of her eyes sting.  She flung her arms around his neck, plastered herself against him, and pressed her lips to his scruffy cheek.  Silly Alpha.  For all his gruffness and cockiness, he was insecure about the oddest things.  She didn’t  hide how much she utterly adored him, but he still worried.
“No nightmares.  Haven’t needed to sleep.”
Rick’s fingertips dug into her hips.  He turned his head so they were nose-to-nose but made no attempt to extricate himself from the embrace.  “That’s three days with no sleep, Princess.   Are you sure you’ll be able to handle two sick teens?  I have meetings at the ‘dome I can’t cancel.”
“Jose’ll be here.  I’ll catch a quick nap while he’s on vomit bucket duty.”
Rick buried his nose in the soft skin behind Az’s left ear.  His teeth gently scraped across her neck.  A shiver zinged down her spine.  His smug chuckle rumbled through her chest all the way to her toes.  He nibbled his way down to her collarbone.
“You said you weren’t on the menu this morning, Princess.  Does that mean I get a rain check?”
Down the hall, a bedroom door opened.  Tommy stuck his head out into the hallway.  “Hey, boss,” he called, an odd note of uncertainty in his tone.
“Yeah?” Rick asked, lips still firmly attached to Az’s skin.
“You two going to be at it much longer?  Normally, I wouldn’t try to rush l’amore or anything, but it’s my day to open the shop, and I need to grab a shower.”
Heat rushed to Az’s cheeks.  She struggled to get free, but Rick’s arms were like iron bands.  “Put me down,” she muttered, slamming her toes into his shin.
“Keep wiggling like that, sweetheart, and I won’t settle for a rain check.”
“Put me down,” she repeated through clenched teeth.
Rick slowly, punishingly slowly, slid Az down until her feet touched the floor.  He rocked back on his heels and hooked his thumbs in his front pockets.  Dimples bracketed his satisfied smile.  “Try not to miss me too much today, Princess.”
“Every vomit bucket will remind me of you,” she promised with a beaming grin.  Before he could retaliate, she slipped into the bedroom and swiftly closed the door.  
Two pairs of brown eyes peered at her from the depths of the bottom bunk.  She waggled her eyebrows and rubbed her hands together.  “Who’s ready for a little ghost hunting?”

Friday, April 10, 2015

First Dates - Adventures of Jose and Az

First Dates

Az tapped her chin as she circled the man standing still as a statue in the middle of her rarely used bedroom.   She started at the top of his dark head and catalogued everything down to the polished toes of his black boots.  Black jeans.  Black t-shirt.  Both wrinkle-free and perfectly fitted.  There wasn’t anything out of place.  Nothing wrong.  But it didn’t seem right.
“It’s close to the full moon,” she said, not bothering to consult the lunar calendar behind her.  “Your eyes are too bright.  We need to cover them.”
Any Shifter who lived past puberty could Shift whenever the whim struck.  They weren’t dependant on the moon’s cycles, but there was something about a full moon that made a Shifter just a little different.  Stronger.  Bigger.  Shinier eyes and even sharper fangs.
“I can’t wear sunglasses at night, Astraea,” the man snapped.  “It won’t affect my night vision, but I’ll look like an idiot.”
Grouchier.  Definitely grouchier.
“Then wear the cap.”  She reached for the black baseball cap they’d already wasted twenty minutes arguing over.  Sharp claws turned it into confetti before her fingertips could touch the brim.  “Fine.  No cap.  You know, you could stay here.  This is easily a one-man operation.”
“No.  You aren’t going out on your own.”
Az settled a hand on her hip and fought to control her own temper.  Patience.  You love him.  You won’t rip out his tongue.  You won’t string him up in the front yard as a warning to the others.  Patience.  Patience.
“I think I can handle a chain restaurant and the outdoor theater.  On family night.”
Strong arms crossed over an equally strong chest.  Stern eyes fixed in an unwavering stare.  “You are not going out on your own.”
Despite her best efforts to remain the calm one in the room, muttered curses about overprotective, testosterone-drenched, irritating Shifters followed her as she stomped to her closet.  She inhaled the sweet, soothing scent of the magnolia sachets.  Fifteen seconds later, the haze of anger dissipated and she could think clearly.
“Perhaps we need to rethink our plan.”
Jose propped a hip against the edge of Az’s bed and nodded in agreement. “No caps.  Or sunglasses.”
This was her second round of dress-up for the evening.  She didn’t enjoy playing dresser half as much as she enjoyed being the dressee.  Was she this irritating when Jose put together new outfits for her?  If not, she was absolutely going to make sure their next closet-date gave him a migraine.
Az toyed with the hem of her black turtleneck.  “Go put on normal clothes.  Meet me back here in ten minutes.”
Jose arched an eyebrow.  “Define normal.”
“Chain restaurant and outdoor theater normal.  Simple.  Boring.  Pants and a shirt.  Nothing flashy.”
“So, pretend I’m Ike.”
“If that’s what it takes.”  Az made a shooing motion with her fingers.  “Borrow some that swamp water Tommy calls aftershave.”
Jose’s lips thinned, but he didn’t complain.  Az waited until she heard the snick of her door closing to yank the turtleneck over her head.  She shucked her black cargo pants as she surveyed the contents of her enormous closet.
Boring.  She needed boring.  Forgettable.  No cute, flirty skirts or snug sweaters.  No heels or strappy sandals.  She paired a pair of tailored black trousers with a baby blue cowl-neck sleeveless shirt.  It wasn’t the most demure shirt in her closet, but the color reminded her of Rick’s eyes.  Rick’s eyes made her happy.  It was her happy shirt.
She was stepping into a pair of plain black flats when Jose slipped back into her bedroom.  In pressed brown trousers and an oatmeal-colored Irish fisherman’s ribbed sweater, he looked more like a man ready for a date and less like a man ready for a night of surveillance work.
“You’re going to sweat to death in that sweater,” she predicted.
“I can regulate my temperature.  You, on the other hand, are going to freeze to death in that shirt,” Jose countered.  Dark eyes studied her for a moment.  “It needs accessories.  Keep it simple.  Silver hoops and that bangle you scammed off that D’sari last month.”
“I did not scam it off him,” Az said, crossing to her jewelry box.  She fastened on a pair of small silver hoop earrings; her fingers traced the runes carved into the thick, heavy silver bangle bracelet.  “It was a poker game.  He put it in the pot.  I won the pot.”
“You were cheating.”
“I was not!”
“You drained a seer two days before the weekly poker game.”
“Not on purpose.”  Az frowned at her best friend.  “And you weren’t complaining about that sweet motorcycle I helped you win during the Bingo game.”
“Let’s go.”
Az snorted as she slipped the bracelet over her wrist.  Typical Shifter deflection.  When all else fails, change the subject.  She followed Jose down the stairs.  It was a Friday night and the house was practically empty.  Greta and Ike were spending the weekend in Galveston.  Most of the pack was a local bar unwinding from a long week and the stress of an upcoming full moon.  Rick had been called in to a super-top-secret meeting with Greer and Matt Anders.  Quinn and Oscar were binging on a Top Gear marathon.
Though the living room was not on the way to the garage, Az made a slight detour.  She passed behind the couch to ruffle Quinn’s hair.  It was shaggier than usual.  The moon’s influence in action.  She’d have to take him to get it cut before Monday.  She wasn’t in the mood for another meeting with Vice Principal Delgado.
“Are you set for the night, kiddo?” she asked during the next commercial break.
“Yeah.  The pizza’ll be here in a few.  We got a half veggie if you’re going to stick around.”  Quinn tore his eyes from the television long enough to take in Az’s outfit.  “Guess that’s a negative on sticking around.  Az, it’s cold outside.  You should change your shirt.”
“That’s what jackets are for.”  Az grit her teeth and smiled at the concerned teen.  Patience.  I will not ground the overprotective Shifter.  It’s not his fault his biggest male role model is a domineering, mollycoddling jerk.  “I’ll have my phone if you need me.”
Quinn tilted his head and accepted the kiss on his cheek with far more maturity than most boys his age.   “Have fun ruining my brother’s night.”  
Az snagged the black leather jacket dangling from Jose’s fingertips and grabbed her purse off the kitchen counter.  She rarely took the pack’s teasing seriously, but Quinn’s last words left her with an uneasy feeling.  She didn’t want to sabotage Uriah’s first date with his chemistry study buddy.  In fact , she’d done everything in her power to smooth the way. 
She’d met with Carly Wright’s very nice parents to assure them that Uriah had full control of his coyote and would tear out his own throat before he hurt an innocent person.  She and Jose had spent hours helping Uriah research date plans.  She’d helped Uriah pick out his clothes and had helped him sweet talk Ike into the use of Ike’s car.
Most importantly, she’d kept knowledge of the date from Rick.  Rick hadn’t banned either teen from dating, but she’d heard horror stories from pack members who’d brought potential significant others around the Alpha.  Carly was a sweet, smart, shy girl.  Carly knew how to quietly, slyly combat Uriah’s mischievousness.  She’d even managed to raise Uriah’s chemistry grade from a D to a C.  Carly did not deserve a Rick Haskell interrogation.
No teenage girl needed to be asked whether or not she exchanged sexual favors for life-sustaining energy. 
And Rick seriously needed to get over his succubus phobia.
“We’re just going to observe,” she said, once they were tucked in a corner booth at the restaurant.  “He was so nervous, and it is close to the full moon.”
She felt Jose’s gaze on her.  She lifted the heavy, laminated menu but the letters were just a blur.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Uriah and his pretty redhead.  Judging by the bright, happy laughter spilling from Carly’s mouth, Uriah was at his most charming.  Good for him.
So was Az trying to ruin his date?  Is that why she’d insisted on spying on him?  Did she not trust him or his ability to control his animal?  Was she as territorial as the Shifters she lived with?  Did she want to keep her boys all to herself? 
“I can smell the smoke from here,” Jose said, gently tugging the menu from Az’s hands.  “Why do you look like you’re going to cry?”
Az blinked rapidly, surprised to find moisture clinging to her eyelashes.  “I’m a horrible person.”
“Yes, yes you are.”
The sharp, stabbing pain came out of nowhere.  She glanced down expecting to see a fork or dagger protruding from her chest.  She forced herself to meet Jose’s bland stare.  “Oh.”
His wide grin only confused her.  “You’re an idiot.”  He covered her fists with his palms.  “You didn’t exactly hear me protest this little outing, did you?”
“And if you hadn’t sworn Ike and Quinn to secrecy, everyone in the pack would be here.  A few of them wouldn’t even bother trying to stay hidden.”
“Rick would have installed a camera somewhere and put a bug on Uriah.”
“Damn straight he would have.”
The tension in Az’s spine gradually faded.  She wasn’t trying to ruin his date.  She was protecting him.  She liked Carly, but teenage boys – especially ones with occasional flea problems – were fragile creatures. 
“So why am I a horrible person?”
“Because, my shining star, you made me promise not to record our little coyote’s first date.”
Az let Jose order for her when the waitress sidled up to their table.  She was too intent on watching Uriah and Carly.  Uriah wasn’t as shy as his brother.  In uncertain situations he either clammed up or resorted to outrageously impish behavior.  She was glad that he was displaying neither attitude.
Twice she had to jerk herself around so that Uriah couldn’t see her face.  Every now and then, his nose would go up as if he was sniffing the air.  He would slowly scan the room, but he never seemed to spot Az or Jose. 
Az and Jose tried to keep their voices lower than normal.  The noise of the restaurant would do a lot to confuse Uriah’s sharper-than-normal senses, but they weren’t willing to take any risks.  Discovery would put them in the doghouse with a master prankster.
Plus, Uriah would just tell Rick.
And then Rick would get pissed that Az hadn’t told him about Uriah’s date.
Shifters,’ Az sighed as she sipped her iced tea. 
Jose did his best to distract her with the tale of his first date.  What had started as a simple night of dancing had turned into a night spent with animal control.  Upon returning, he’d seen a stranger flirt with his date – and his date flirt back -  and had Shifted in the dark hallway.  As he hadn’t told his date about his condition, the sight of a large, angry ocelot had cleared the club.  Jose had spent the night locked in a cage.  His father had confined him to the house for two weeks.  He’d never spoken to his date again.
“Where was your first date, Az?”
Az dragged her attention from the table across the restaurant.  She frowned for a moment before waving her hand between them.  “Here.  Now.”
Jose paled.  He furiously glanced around the room.  “If you value my life, my heart, don’t ever say that again.  This is not a date.”
It was Az’s turn to frown.  “Well, I’m sorry if I’m not up to your exacting standards.  I suppose I can find some slimeball to hit on me if that’d make you happy.  I haven’t had any practice, but I’m sure I can flirt back.  It’s all just fluttery eyelashes and extreme cleavage, isn’t it?”
“I love you, but you’re not too bright, are you?”  Jose leaned toward her.  “Do you think I’m going to deny tall, dark and grumpy the opportunity to be your first date.”
Az felt her cheeks warm.  She dropped her gaze to her mostly-empty plate.  “Rick and I don’t date.”
“No, you just spent practically every waking moment together.  It’s been three nights since you crept into my room.  Ike and Greta said it’s been a week since you’ve set up camp on their window seat.  Quinn was griping about the lack of late-night video game marathons.”
“I have my own room,” she said, wishing a sinkhole would open up below their booth.  She had no idea that her nighttime wanderings were the subject of so much scrutiny.
“The sheets on that bed are the same ones I put on it before you showed up.  They don’t smell like you.”
“You know, the smelling thing is kinda irritating.”
“Says the woman who licked Lucas yesterday.”
“I apologized for that.”  Az straightened when she realized that Uriah was reaching for his wallet.  “We’d better get our bill.  Looks like they’re moving on to the theater.”
They stayed well behind the teens on the drive to the Miller Outdoor Theater.  Jose made sure to park his car as far from Uriah’s as possible.  Fortunately, the zoo’s central parking lot was large and packed. 
They chose an aisle spot a hundred yards or so behind the blanket Uriah spread out on the hill.  Az had thought it odd that Uriah hadn’t tried to get tickets for seats, but as she sank onto the blanket next to Jose, she sort of understood the appeal.  The night air was crisp, and the stars overhead were bright.  They were in the middle of the city, but it didn’t quite feel like it.
She stretched out her legs and leaned back on her elbows.  The musical was one she’d wanted to see, but hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to ask anyone to go with her to watch.  Twenty minutes into the performance, Jose disappeared for a bathroom run.  Before he returned, something heavy slammed into her feet.  With a yelp, she tucked her legs against her.  She raised her head, intent on glaring her attacker into submission, only to freeze at the familiar face staring down at her.
“Az?” Uriah whispered, eyes wide with surprise.
Az groaned and flopped back.  She flung an arm across her face.  She was so busted.  If she pretended that she couldn’t see him, would he go away?
“What’re you doing here, Az?”  Uriah dropped to a crouch.  He eyed the spot where Carly was waiting for him.  “Are you spying on me?”  He sniffed the blanket.  “With Tommy?”
She waved her free hand at the stage.  “Musical.  Watching.  Alone.”
“On the night that I’m with Carly.  On the same hill.”
“Go away.” She knew he wouldn’t.  He was as stubborn as the others.  Shifters.  “Don’t leave her alone too long.  She’s a cute girl.”
Uriah glanced back down at his date.  A happy smile spread across his face.  “Yeah, she is.  Funny, too.  Really, really smart.”  His smile faded.  “Too good to be slumming it with me.”
Az grasped the front of Uriah’s polo shirt and yanked him down so they were nose-to-nose.  “If I ever hear you say something so utterly stupid again, I will wash your mouth out with that nasty Lava soap.  You are a wonderful boy, and she should be lucky that she’s with you.  Why do you think I’m here?  I had to make sure she is good enough for you.”
“So you are spying on me.”
Az released Uriah’s shirt.  She couldn’t tell what the gleam in his eyes meant.  Was he going to tattle on her?  Use the moon’s influence to rip out her throat?  Swear to never talk to her again.
He surprised her by flinging his arms around her neck for a quick, tight hug.  Minty breath brushed across her ear.  “Thank you, Az.”
Still uncertain, she patted him on the shoulder.  “You’re welcome.  Now go do whatever you were going to do and get back to your date.”
A few minutes after Uriah left, someone dropped onto the blanket next to Az.  A box of gummy bears landed on her lap.  “Thanks.  Took you long enough, though.  We’ve been discovered.  Or, at least I have.  You’re still in the clear.  He thinks you’re Tommy.  I hope he doesn’t tell anyone that.”
“Me, too.”
Az stiffened.  That wasn’t Jose’s voice.  She turned her eyes to the large hand only inches from hers.  The fingers were familiar but they didn’t belong to Jose.  She swallowed.  Mustered up a bit of bravado.  “Hello, darling.  Didn’t figure you one for song and dance.”
“If this is where you are, sweetheart…,” Rick said, letting the rest of the sentence hang between them.
The lump in her throat grew.  She waited until he draped an arm across her shoulders to snuggle against his side.  Even with her jacket, the air was too cold.  Not that she was going to tell Jose or Quinn that they were right.
“Jose was just here.  That’s who I thought I was talking to.”  It was silly to justify herself, but she couldn’t stop the words.  He had no say in who she watched musicals with.  Or if she watched them alone.
“I caught him by the concession stand.  He went home.”
“Oh.”  She toyed with the top of the box of candy.  “You didn’t have to track me down.  There’s no looming apocalypse, and I had my bodyguard with me.”
“Maybe I just missed you.”  Warm lips brushed across her cheek before a finger under her chin directed her face back to the stage.  “Now, hush.  Watch.”
With her favorite wolf to cuddle up with, and no need to remain vigilant, it was easy to relax and enjoy the musical.  Not even Rick’s occasional huff or muttered curse could detract from the pleasure.  It wasn’t until he started a steady stream of soft whispers that she paid more attention to the man beside her and less to the stage.
“Put your arm around her.  Slow.  Shoulders only.  Watch that hand, pup.”
Az’s eyebrows shot up.  She didn’t think he was talking to himself.  His arm was already around her, and he never seemed to care about where his hand landed.  Neither did she.  “Who’re you talking to?”
“Uriah. I can smell his nervousness from here.”
“And he can hear you?”
He arched an eyebrow.  She rolled her eyes at herself.  Stupid question.  Shifters.  Ugh.
Rick spent the rest of the musical whispering advice and reassurances to the teen in front of them.  Az gave Uriah a thumbs’ up when he escorted Carly passed their blanket once the performance was over.  He’d already been instructed to drive her straight home, and she knew that Carly’s father would be waiting on the front porch for them.  Probably with a shotgun.
With a groan, Rick fell backwards onto the blanket.  His weight dragged Az down beside him.  The crowd was thinning, but there was no rush to leave.  “That was more exhausting than my first date.  He did good, though.”
Az grinned.  Her gruff, snarly Alpha was a softie.  He’d spent over an hour talking an anxious teen through half of his first date.  Such a sweetie.
“Quinn has an eye on a girl in his English class.”
Rick clamped a hand across Az’s mouth.  “Shh.  I don’t want to think about it.  Not right now.”  His hand lifted when she traced the lines of his palm with her tongue.  “Not as gross as you think it is, Princess.”
“It’ll be harder to spy on Quinn, though.  He’ll be looking for us.”
“You should let the boy have some privacy,” Rick said.
She bit back a laugh.  He sounded far too practical.  “Let me guess, you’re thinking a few of those gadgets locked away in your drawer and a conveniently located command center.”
She rolled onto her side, traced the curve of his jaw with her fingers.  “You know, Jose has his first date with Lucas next Thursday.”
“They’re going to that Samurai exhibition at the museum of natural science.”
“The one I told you I wanted to go to last week?”
Az fixed her eyes on his chin.  “Was that the one you were talking about?  I wasn’t paying attention to you.”
Low, amused laughter wrapped around them like a warm breeze.  “If you want to ask me out on a date, sweetheart, just do it.  You don’t need to use Uriah or Jose as excuses.”
She tried to sit up, but his arm kept her glued to his side.  She settled for jabbing her knuckles into his ribs.  “I did not invite you tonight, and I was not going to ask you - ,” she paused to take a breath, “you’d… you wouldn’t say no?”
“To a pretty girl asking me out?  Nope.”  He held up a hand when Az opened her mouth to respond.  “However, I’d like to do this the old-fashioned way.”
“You want to be the one to ask me out.”
“I do.”  Rick cupped her cheek.  The kiss was short but filled with promise.  “I won’t, though.”
Az wasn’t sure if it was the fog of lust or the roar of blood in her ears that made her misunderstand him.  At least, she hoped she’d misunderstood him.  “What?”
“I’m not going to ask you out.  If I ask you out, that’ll give you time to gossip with Jose.  He can’t keep his mouth shut, so everyone’ll know.  I know my pack, Princess.  Payback will be ugly.”
That made sense.  Still, she would have liked to be asked out.  “So what are you going to do?”
“Kidnap you,” Rick said breezily, as if it was something he’d been contemplating for a while.   He pulled her closer then rested his chin on the top of her head.  “Now, tell me all about this Carly.”