*
“I think we’ve been hustled.” Chad was laughing, brushing off his loss with all the finery of a shifter not used to being dealt a shitty hand.
“Should we tell him?” Fallon smirked.
“Nah. Let him think it was luck.” I sipped the bitter scotch. “We’ll have to try again sometime.”
“Why not now?” Chad flagged down the cocktail waitress. “Bring us another round.”
“I’m good for tonight.” I set down my empty glass and nodded to Fallon.
“Come on, man. The night’s just getting started.” Chad chalked his cue, challenging me.
My wolf bristled a bit, but I was tired. I’d shown face and that was more than enough. The one person who might tempt me to stay out later seemed to be safely tucked into bed. Where I’d also like to be.
“Guess we figured out who the grassroots company is.” Chad chuckle
