Chapter 11The next day, Mitzy and I were at my client’s office when my cell rang. Call it intuition, but I knew that trouble was on the other end of the line. In fact, it was Steven Littleton wanting to know when we could get together.
My heart skipped a beat, and not a tra la la kind of skipping either. “Is the pack gonna be there?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Because the first round of scars hasn’t completely healed yet.”
“Nope, just us,” he replied. “We need to talk. Work this thing out. Because you need a pack, it seems, and I need a strong right-hand-man.” The right-hand-man thing made my prick coil in my slacks. It was the way he said it, rolled it around his tongue. Sweet as a bee’s ass and just as potentially painful.
I looked over at Mitzy. She knew who it was and what he was ask
