Leidolf hadn"t had to make reservations. And she predicted no one would sit in the tables across from them while she and Leidolf remained here tonight.
Leidolf opened the wine menu. "Want a gla.s.s of wine?"
"Uh, no, thanks." She sure didn"t need to drink before she started her long trek later tonight, trying to hunt the wolf down.
He closed the menu. "All right. So, where did you see the wolf?"
Leidolf couldn"t figure out Ca.s.sie"s mixed messages. One minute, she seemed resigned--like when she agreed to eat with him. She was skittish again when she entered the club and then panicky when he mentioned the wolf.
He knew for sure she"d seen one, then. But where? And was it one of his reds? Or was it a plain, old gray wolf, nothing to really worry about?
He waited for her to answer his query: where had she seen the wolf? She hesitated, took a sip of water, and glanced over at their waiter, George, as he brought their meals. She smiled at him and placed the napkin on her lap, totally ignoring Leidolf"s question.
As soon as George put the food down, asked if they needed anything else, and then hurried off, she eyed Leidolf"s tenderloin. If he hadn"t thought she was a vegetarian because of the dish she"d ordered and because of her comment about red meat not being good for him, he would have sworn she wanted some of his roast.
He cut up a portion of it, slid his plate over, and smiled. "Won"t kill you. I promise."
Her gaze switched from him to his meat again, and she began to shake her head and decline, but he insisted. She wanted it. Probably concerned about her figure. She had nothing to worry about in that regard from what he could tell.
"Go ahead, Ca.s.sie."
She looked up at him. "You said you hadn"t eaten and you"re hungry."
He chuckled. "Pa.s.s over some of your rabbit food. We can share."
Still, she hesitated.
He eyed her mushrooms sauteed in a spicy sauce along with spinach and broccoli, carrots, and potatoes. "Looks a lot better than my plain old baked potato."
She twisted her mouth a little and considered his tenderloin again. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. We can always get more if we want."
He didn"t know why it pleased him so much, but he wanted her to like this place as much as he did. He wanted her to enjoy her meal as much as he would, and he really wished she"d dance with him. Maybe it would make up for the way some b.a.s.t.a.r.d had given her so much trouble in the form of two flat tires, or the way Hollis had interrupted her when she was lecturing about the wolves. Or the annoyance she had felt about Alex following her around. Maybe it had to do with how much she truly loved wolves.
She seemed to enjoy the meat like he did, almost as much as he enjoyed watching her savor every bite of the tenderloin. As if it was her first good meal in ages and would be the last for even longer.
"Are you sure you don"t want a gla.s.s of wine?" he asked.
She shook her head no and sighed deeply. "Thank you for bringing me here. I"ll never forget it."
He could tell she meant it, but a tinge of regret slipped into her words. Which made him hopeful she"d want to stay with him longer. Dinner, drinks, and then an intimate tryst with a human woman was the usual fare for him when he felt the need and found a woman who wished it as much as he did. Except he hadn"t felt the need since taking over the pack several months ago. Not with any other woman.
He really wanted to be with Ca.s.sie for the night, although he felt her pulling away again. Since she was human and he couldn"t develop a long-lasting relationship with her, it shouldn"t have bothered him that she was leaving soon, but strangely it did.
"You said you slept with the wolves. Didn"t this domesticate them somewhat? I thought wolf biologists didn"t interact much with the wolves they studied for fear the wolves wouldn"t be afraid of man anymore. Which could put them in a world of hurt if hunters came across them."
She shrugged. "We study them to help educate people about the wolves" true natures. They"re wary of humans until those of us who study them show we"re not to be feared."
Leidolf raised his brows. "I see. I was curious about your calling to wolves. I"ve never heard of someone howling so that a wolf would understand." A human anyway. He hadn"t ever met a wolf biologist before, so what she really did was still a mystery in part.
"That would be understandable since you"re a rancher and I doubt you"d be running around with a pack of wolves." She almost seemed to smile at the mention. Almost.
He sat back in his chair and smiled at her. If only she knew. "I"d love to hear you howl. You should have done so for the teens. They would have gotten a kick out of it."
"I don"t normally demonstrate for human audiences. I really don"t think that Mr. Hollis would have appreciated it. I don"t believe some of the other men in the audience would have, either. If you"d like to experience such a thing, they have howling outings for people at the International Wolf Center near Ely, Minnesota. Or howl-ins at Wolf Haven International where they take in captive-born wolves or Wolf Park where they have howl night programs."
"Really," he said, with surprise. "So I take it you"ve been there?"
"Of course. Wolves everywhere and anywhere interest me." She motioned to the treed booths. "You and I are in a restaurant with civilized folk. I"m sure no one would appreciate it if I suddenly let out a howl."
He motioned to the forest surrounding them. "We"re in the woods."
"What if I attract a bunch of wolves?" She lifted her water gla.s.s, and her lips curved up slightly.
"I"ll a.s.sure them that you"re with me," he said.
The same amused expression lit her eyes, entrancing, mysterious, like looking into darkened green windows, a hint of something just beyond.
She shook her head. "I"m sure the management wouldn"t like it."
"I"m friends with the management."
This time she smiled broadly.
"Come on. Just once." He really didn"t believe she could manage a good howl, being human, although his own kind could. He was curious how she"d sound.
"All right. You get us kicked out of here, you remember I told you so." She took two deep breaths, held it, cupped her hands over her mouth, and tilted her face up to the black velvet ceiling mimicking the night sky. She let loose a howl, rising up and slowly tapering off in perfect cadence, just like a wolf would.
And she was beautiful.
Four of his people walked by, looked them over, smiled, and went on their way.
She chuckled. "Guess there aren"t any wolves around here."
Yeah, except the ones that just inspected them, maybe now thinking she was a lupus garou and not a human. h.e.l.l, half his people here tonight were probably dying to see her but were cautious, not wanting to annoy him. "Very nice howl. I imagine you can gather an entire pack."
"I do pretty well."
When she was talking about wolves, she seemed in her element. He was curious what else she did in her spare time beyond studying wolves. He envisioned her collecting stuffed ones and paintings of them. Maybe she had some statues collecting dust around her place. "Have any hobbies?"
She paused and sipped her tea, looked at him thoughtfully, and then said, "No, not really. I"m pretty busy with my job. What about you?"
She sounded a little sad, and he realized his situation mirrored hers.
He shrugged. "Ranching tends to take a lot of my time." And chasing down wayward newbie werewolves, not to mention trying to heal a pack scarred by past leadership. Which probably had something to do with his interest in Ca.s.sie. He was always so busy taking care of others that he didn"t much cater to his own needs. And for the first time in eons, he really wanted to enjoy a woman"s company.
"Are you sure you don"t want to dance?" he coaxed. "A quick one?" He almost said to work off some of the extra calories she"d just eaten, figuring that would convince her, but then decided that might not be such a good idea. He rose from his seat and reached out his hand.
She looked from his hand to his eyes. She wasn"t saying no. She was considering it.
"Just one. I promise. You pick the music. We can sit by the dance floor and have water to drink, and when you get in the mood..."
"My tires are probably already fixed by now."
He noted she didn"t wear a watch. In fact, she didn"t clutter her natural beauty with jewels and baubles of any kind. No earrings, no bracelets, or anything, which reminded him of his own kind. "I"m sure they are. One dance, and I"ll take you back to your place."
He couldn"t believe how desperate he sounded. He could see in her eyes that the desire was there and yet fear, too. Not of him exactly, though, or she wouldn"t be considering dancing with him. Maybe fear of letting go. He wasn"t certain.
"Come on," he cajoled, taking her hand and pulling her gently from the bench. "Just one dance."
Her heart was beating hard. So was his, as if both were preparing to synchronize the rhythm of their blood with the beat of the music. As he escorted her to the bar and dance floor, conversations at booths where some of his people were sitting died down, gazes following him and his date, while small smiles accompanied expressions. No one would say anything to his face when he returned to the ranch, but he could hear the buzz behind his back now. Leidolf had found a redheaded beauty to make his mate.
Not in this lifetime. Not with all the stuff he"d had to deal with recently pertaining to newly turned lupus garous. Or maybe they were glad to see him finally live a little.
"Just one dance," she said, "and then I have to go."
"Just one dance," he agreed, a little too eagerly, and hoped he could keep on dancing until the club closed at three the next morning.
All the drink tables by the dance floor were filled and the sprinkling of disco lights overhead made it appear as though a rainbow of fairy lights illuminated a forest. One of the couples seated nearest to them quickly vacated their table, smiling at him and at Ca.s.sie. She didn"t look at them, as if she was embarra.s.sed to let down her hair like this with a perfect stranger. Yet when he motioned for George to bring them water and the waiter hurried to follow them, Ca.s.sie kept walking toward the dance floor.
"Two waters," Leidolf mouthed to George, hoping Ca.s.sie hadn"t planned to dance to only one song that was half over as he hurried after her.
The bandleader cast Leidolf a knowing wink, and Leidolf gave him a wry smile back, then took Ca.s.sie"s hand and pulled her gently into his arms. She danced like a fairy, her heels gliding across the floor with ease, never faltering, always in step, her body soft and light and graceful. Why had she resisted dancing to such a degree? She was a superb dancer, and he could have stayed with her like this through the night. Then again, he wondered how she could dance so well if she was so busy observing wolves and hadn"t time for much else.
The music played on and on, and he rested his head lightly against the top of hers. He noted amus.e.m.e.nt on his peoples" faces, glances at the band as they didn"t end the song when it should have finished, smiles from other dancers just as tickled.
"Hmm," Ca.s.sie murmured as she rested her head against Leidolf"s chest, "the band forgot to end the song." She sounded perfectly content, though, to continue the dance, and not in the least bit surprised.
And then the band finally ended the song. He expected her to pull away, to say she wanted to return to the B&B, but instead the band whipped up another slow beat, and she didn"t make any move to quit the dance floor. Just softly clung to him as if there was no tomorrow.
He hadn"t been with a woman who had felt this good ever. Until she called it a night, he should have been content to dance with her as long as he could. Instead, he was already trying to figure out how to get her to stay with him the rest of the evening. Maybe it was her honest, simple love of wolves that made him cherish being with her so. He wasn"t sure. All he knew was that he didn"t want to let her go. Not anytime soon.
And h.e.l.l, he still hadn"t gotten her to tell him about the wolf she"d seen!
Ca.s.sie knew better than to dance with Leidolf. She knew better, so why was she willing to risk detection? If he learned why she was really here and what she intended to do, and that she was one of them, he wouldn"t allow it, if he was truly the pack leader. And the way everyone rabidly watched them on the dance floor, the way they smiled and looked hopeful, he had to be their leader and needed a mate.
G.o.d, he felt good. Not to mention he smelled delightful, of the fresh spring air, masculine, his body warm and strong. And he made her feel feminine and wanted. She hadn"t danced with one of her kind in a very long time, not like this. She hadn"t expected it, not his gentleness. Probably figured as a human she"d break. Especially as nervous as she"d been to come here in the first place.
Dancing with him like this felt so right, while she knew it was a big mistake. Ignoring that little voice that told her to thank him nicely and return to her place and say good-bye, she continued to dance with him. Song after song.
The band was kind enough not to pause in between songs. They never took a break either; they just kept on playing while Leidolf and she kept on dancing. She could have danced until the sun came up, and she thought if Leidolf had asked it, the club would have stayed open until then.
Despite trying to block the feeling, deep down she realized a part of her was missing out on life because of her obsession with studying wolves and lecturing about them. It was easier in some ways to work all the time than to deal with her past.
Even so, she knew this had to end. She finally lifted her head and with a faked sleepy voice said, "They"re probably ready to close about now, don"t you think?"
At a quarter past three, she noted no one had left, everyone wanting to please their leader, probably dying to tell the rest of the pack what he"d been up to with the redheaded wolf biologist all night.
"Maybe another half hour," Leidolf said.
She smiled and kissed his cheek. He returned the smile and dipped his head to kiss her lips, but she quickly pulled away and took his hand. "Everyone needs to go home. I need to get my sleep. My tires have to be fixed by now."
She swore she heard him groan, but she caught him bowing his head slightly to the band and to some of his people as he walked her out of the dance room.
"Thanks for asking me to dance," she said softly.
"I thought you couldn"t dance." He pulled her under his arm and held her close as they walked outside into the brisk chilly air.
"Just didn"t want to." More to the point, she didn"t want anyone like Leidolf to sidetrack her from her life"s work, although he"d had more of an effect on her already than she wanted to admit.
He gave her a light squeeze. "Glad you changed your mind."
She could tell from his husky tone of voice that he was more than glad. Now for the tough part. Sleeping at the B&B was not part of the plan. She had planned on going straight to where she spied the wolf, parking her truck, and tracking her. How was she going to get rid of Leidolf when he took her back there without clueing him in to what she was up to?
Chapter 3.
As soon as Leidolf drove Ca.s.sie back to her place from the Forest Club, he knew something was wrong. She was quiet on the way there, which could have been due to the late hour, but it was more than that. She seemed apprehensive, chewing on her bottom lip, sighing, concentrating on the pa.s.senger window. At least she wasn"t sitting rigidly against the door like she"d done previously. He guessed sharing a meal and dancing the night away with him had cured her of whatever fears she had of getting close to him.
He really wanted to stay the rest of the night with her. And he had hoped that as much of a connection as they"d made, she"d want the same thing. Instead, she was distancing herself from him again.
"Here we are, Ca.s.sie," he said, parking beside her truck.
She jerked her head up, and he realized she"d fallen asleep. He guessed she wasn"t a night owl and was just overly tired.
"Want me to carry you inside?"
She yawned and stretched, then pulled a key card out of her satchel. "No. Thanks for everything, Leidolf. What do I owe you?"
He frowned at her, not comprehending. He hadn"t intended for her to pay for the meal at the club.
"The tires." She cast him a tired smile.
"Nothing. They shouldn"t have been flattened in the first place." He hesitated to open his door, not wanting her to flee into the inn. "Can I see you tomorrow? For breakfast before you leave?"
"I don"t eat breakfast, and I"ll be long gone by then. If you have a business card and I"m in town again later, I"ll give you a call."
The brush-off. It shouldn"t have mattered. She was human. He couldn"t have had any kind of long-term commitment with her. It did bother him. He didn"t know why. Maybe because he hadn"t been with a woman in so long, and she seemed so perfect. Just to spend the rest of the night with.