The Beast in Him, Page 2

  “Smitty?”

  Smitty faced his business partner.

  “This is Sierra Cohen. Miss Cohen, this is my business partner Bobby Ray Smith.”

  Smitty shook the female’s hand and sized her up at the same time. Yum. Jackal. There weren’t a lot of jackals in the world, but the few he’d met were damn cute.

  Using his most charming smile, Smitty asked, “So, this is your business, Miss Cohen?”

  “Oh, no. No, I’m just a hard-working employee. The owners aren’t very comfortable with the general public. So I’m kind of the face of the company.”

  “I can see why, darlin’.”

  She gave a throaty laugh and took a step closer. “I have to say, Mr. Smith—”

  “Smitty, darlin’. Everybody calls me Smitty.”

  “Smitty, I have to say I was very glad to find…uh…our kind with a security business. I know my employers felt much safer with your team than with the full-humans we usually hire for this event.”

  “Well, we are available for any security needs you may have. Actually, any needs at all.”

  He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing when he caught Mace rolling his eyes in disgust. Before Detective MacDermot came along, it would have been an ugly fight between the two friends to see who got this little honey into bed first. But now that the big-headed lion had mated and married the lovely and big-breasted cop, poor Smitty was all on his own.

  “That’s very good to know. I’m sure there’s something you can take care of for me later tonight.”

  “Any chance,” Mace cut in, “you two can put a hold on this lovefest until the job is done?”

  “Don’t mind him, darlin’. He’s married.”

  Mace snarled and Sierra looked at him in confusion. “Married? Why?”

  “Because it made my sister want to set herself on fire.”

  Smitty laughed, clearly remembering the way Missy Llewellyn growled and snarled her way through the ceremony. Then Sissy Mae, Dez, and Ronnie Lee, Sissy’s best friend and next in command, spent the entire day torturing Missy. Definitely fun to watch.

  “My employers are big on marriage,” Sierra added absently. “Marriage and pups.”

  “Aren’t we all big on our pups and cubs?” Mace asked, although he looked like he really didn’t care what her answer might be.

  “Sure. But they’re really big on their pups. Anyone gets too close and they get really tense.”

  Smitty frowned. “Wolves?”

  Sierra shook her head. “No.” She turned and nodded toward the enormous doorway. “Wild dogs.”

  Surprised, Smitty watched Sierra’s employers walk into the room. There had to be about ten of them and, he guessed, not the full Pack. They wouldn’t leave their pups alone except with other dogs they trusted.

  Seeing them immediately reminded him of a sweet little She-dog he used to know. And, like her, they weren’t large like the other shifter breeds. In fact, wild dogs were the only breed that shifted into a smaller animal. As human, the men weren’t usually taller than five-ten or five-eleven and the women five-eight or five-nine. They were wiry and lanky, and watching them move, Smitty guessed they were a lot stronger then they seemed.

  Another wild dog burst through the doors and made a beeline toward Sierra. She was gorgeous—Asian with almond-shaped brown eyes and full, sexy lips. Her dark hair reached to her waist and she exuded sex appeal.

  Unfortunately, she was marked. Smitty could smell it on her a mile away.

  “Sierra, you need to get up onstage,” she said with a country lilt he hadn’t heard in a long time from anyone not in his Pack.

  Sierra nodded. “I’m on it.” Her hand brushed Smitty’s arm, letting him know she’d be back.

  After she walked off, dark brown eyes locked on him and Mace. “Gentlemen.”

  “Ma’am,” Smitty answered back. “How y’all tonight?”

  The female raised one eyebrow. “Y’all making fun of my accent?”

  “No, I thought you were making fun of mine.”

  Her expression changed quickly when she smiled. “Where you from?”

  “Tennessee.”

  She pointed at herself. “Alabama.”

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Alabama.”

  They shook hands and laughed while Mace looked about two seconds from jumping out the closest window.

  “I’m Maylin. But everybody calls me May.”

  “Bobby Ray Smith. We’re handling your security tonight.”

  “Oh, that’s right. The shifter-run security company. I have to say I was quite surprised to find a Smith this far north. I’m from just outside Smithburg myself, and I never thought y’all would cross the Mason-Dixon line.”

  “Well, too many Alpha Males and not enough territory. Figured it was time to see what else was out there.”

  She glanced at Mace. “Your kin can’t be too happy with you working with a cat.”

  “They tolerate him more than you’d expect.”

  May started to say something else but stopped when the music cut off and Sierra walked out onto the stage at the front of the room.

  “Hello, everyone. I’m Sierra Cohen.” Catcalls and whistles followed her statement and Sierra dismissed it laughingly with a wave of her hand. “I’m the VP of Promotions. And I wanted to thank you all for coming tonight.”

  Sierra continued to ramble for a bit, and May grabbed two glasses of champagne off a tray passing by. She offered one to Smitty, but he waved it off. “Sorry. On duty. Need to keep a clear head.”

  “I thought wolves just had to stay away from tequila.”

  “If he drank tequila,” Mace muttered, “you’d find him passed out on the dance floor by now.”

  Smitty glared at him. “So now you decide to contribute to the conversation?”

  Onstage, Sierra’s voice rose. “So without further ado, let me introduce the CEO of Kuznetsov Security Systems…Jessica Ward.”

  Smitty’s head snapped around and he watched Jessie Ann walk out onto that stage like she owned it. Maybe she did.

  The applause Sierra received upon her entrance was nothing to Jessie Ann’s reception. It sounded like they were at a rock concert with the reaction she got.

  She didn’t look anything like the Jessie Ann he remembered, all gangly limbs and lots of bruises. She’d finally put on some weight and it fit her perfectly, giving her some sexy curves. She’d cut her hair so it rested on her shoulders, straightened it, and dyed it one single color—dark brown. No jeans and sci-fi tees either. Instead, she wore a simple blue silk dress with tiny little straps barely holding it up and five-inch heels strapped to her feet. She looked mature and polished…and nothing like the Jessie Ann he remembered. He almost mourned the loss of that know-it-all geeky Jessie Ann. He’d always liked her raw edges and weird behavior. It made her different from everyone else around him. Now she looked like any other important CEO—gorgeous but average.

  Jessie Ann stood in front of the mic and waved at the roaring crowd.

  When they quieted down a bit, she said, “It’s the shoes, isn’t it?” Then she turned her foot in a bit so they could see it from the side.

  The crowd went even wilder. Clearly, she knew her effect on this mountain of male geeks. But Smitty could see the predators in the room watching her too—when they should be doing their damn jobs.

  Jessie waved her hands again. “Okay. Okay. Look, I don’t want to take up a lot of your time. ’Cause this is a party. But I did want to echo Sierra’s sentiments and thank each and every one of you for coming tonight. Each year this party gets wilder and better, and that’s down to you guys. As usual, every cent we raise goes to the Kuznetsov Foundation, and all that money is to help orphans and foster kids find permanent placement in loving homes. Other than that—”

  A blond-haired wild-dog male sidled up to Jessie Ann, cutting her off. When he began to whisper in her ear, Smitty decided he didn’t like the wiry little bastard.

  Jessie leaned
back, eyebrows raised. Smitty remembered that haughty expression quite well.

  “Is that really necessary?” she asked.

  The male nodded and she sighed, turning back to the mic.

  “Phil here has asked that those who use our gaming room tonight, if you lose, please don’t throw your mouse, controller, or cards across the room. And those who win, please don’t dance around the loser singing, “I won. You’re a loser.” The crowd burst out laughing and Jess shook her head, a good-natured smile on her face. “Anyway, have a great night and thank you.”

  The crowd burst into applause, and Jessie Ann strutted off the stage.

  May turned back to him, one glass of champagne empty, the other half filled. “That’s our Alpha.”

  “Your Alpha?” Jessie was someone’s Alpha? Smitty had a hard enough time thinking of Jessie as a CEO, much less the Alpha of a Pack. Of course, they were dogs. Much easier to handle a bunch of dogs than wolves probably.

  “Yup, has been for nearly sixteen years now.”

  That didn’t make sense. She’d barely been sixteen herself sixteen years ago. And except for Jessie, there’d been no wild dogs in Smithtown.

  “Are you sure? Jessie Ann should have been in school.”

  May almost choked on her champagne. “If you have any sense, my wolf friend, you will not call her Jessie Ann.”

  “But I always called her Jessie Ann.”

  Mace gazed at him. “You know Jessica Ward?”

  “I went to school with her. Sissy Mae mauled her on more than one occasion.” To May, he said, “But I’d like to not mention that if possible.”

  “Gee,” she giggled, “I wonder why?”

  “Wait.” Mace faced him. “You know Jessica Ward?”

  “Why do you say it like that? I know lots of people.”

  “Yeah, but they’re not Jessica Ward.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “I’m just saying, Smitty—she’s a little out of your league.”

  His wolf pride threatened, Smitty snapped back, “As a matter of fact, that little gal had a huge crush on me at one time.”

  Mace snorted. “Yeah, sure. I can see that—in a parallel universe.”

  Before the two males could get into it, the female they spoke of worked her way through the dancing crowd and over to May.

  “How did I do?” she asked.

  May gave her a thumbs-up and handed over her nearly empty glass of champagne. Jessie Ann finished it off and dropped it on the serving platter of a passing waiter.

  She looked at Mace and smiled in surprise. “Mace Llewellyn!”

  “Hi, Jessica.”

  “Oh, my God! When did you get out?”

  “Over a year ago.”

  She went up on her toes and gave him a brief hug that had Smitty’s eyes narrowing. “I’m so glad you’re okay. You are okay, right?”

  “I’m fine. Great, actually.”

  “I’m so glad to hear that. I just saw your sister at a charity ball a few weeks ago, but she didn’t mention you were home. Actually, she didn’t mention you at all.”

  Mace’s answer was to laugh.

  Laughing herself, Jess shook her head. “Ahh. I see little has changed there.” She glanced at Smitty and began to walk away. Then she stopped and looked back, her eyes growing wide.

  “Oh, my…Bobby Ray?”

  “Jessie Ann.”

  “Wow. Look at you.” She stepped in front of him and gave him a quick, rather unsatisfying hug. “I can’t believe it. You look great.”

  “You too.”

  “I see your body finally grew into that head.”

  At least May had the decency to try to stifle her laugh. Unlike Mace, who let it ring out over the room. Treacherous bastard cat.

  “Yup, I sure did.”

  “You went into the…” She snapped her fingers trying to remember. “Marines? Right?”

  Mace laughed harder.

  “Navy.”

  “That’s right. Sorry. It’s been a lot of years.”

  “I see that.”

  “So why are you here exactly?”

  Smitty gritted his teeth but answered politely, “I’m partners with Mace. We own the security company handling your party.”

  “That’s nice.” But she didn’t seem to mean it or care. Her eyes had already started scanning the room.

  The male wild dog from the stage placed a glass of champagne in her hand.

  “Was I right about the shoes?” he asked with a big smile.

  “Let it go about the shoes.”

  “Think you can dance in them?”

  “Of course. Why?”

  “I wanna swing you over to Don Lester.” The billionaire? “See if we can tag team him.”

  “Why? We’re having dinner with him next week.”

  “Yes, but I want to do this now.”

  “Why don’t you do this yourself?”

  “One, I’d look stupid dancing alone. Two, he likes you.”

  “If you hadn’t insulted his wife…” she muttered before swigging back half a glass of champagne.

  “That was an accident. I wish you’d all let it go.”

  Jess handed her glass to May, who promptly finished it. It seemed the dogs weren’t squeamish about sharing.

  “Mace, I’ll talk to you later. There’s some work I think I can get you guys.”

  “Sounds great.”

  Brown eyes focused on him and Jessie again leaned in and gave Smitty a small hug. “It was great seeing you again, Bobby Ray. We should keep in touch.”

  But before he could even debate whether it was worth getting her number, she was off dancing with some wild dog to tag team a billionaire.

  May gave them both a brief smile before moving off toward the rest of her Pack.

  Mace nodded his head. “Oh, yeah, man. She is so into you.”

  He glared at his friend, feeling uncharacteristically angry, and snarled, “I knew that time you were laid up in the hospital after that firefight I should have put that pillow right over your head.”

  The rest of the evening was uneventful and went slowly. Painfully slow. All Smitty wanted to do was go home and sulk in peace and quiet. Instead, he found himself watching Jessie Ann work a room rather than doing his job. Thankfully his staff did theirs and they had no problems. As a business, the night was a screaming success. Smitty, however, couldn’t seem to enjoy it. He even blew off the hot little jackal’s blatant proposition. A proposition he normally would have been all over.

  The last of the vans headed off back to the company’s office parking lot, leaving him and Mace.

  “What are you grinning at?” Smitty asked while leaning against his car.

  “I’m grinning because I’m happy. Tonight went perfect. I have some leads on other jobs, lucrative jobs, and my wife is going back to her job come Monday. I didn’t think that would make me happy, but it does.”

  Smitty shook his head and smiled. “Is she still out in Northport?”

  “Oh, hell no. She’s back at our Brooklyn place. Which is where I’m headed. I didn’t want her out on the Island any longer. I fear for her safety. As it is, I’m sure the town burned our house down by now. To ensure we would never return.”

  Before the two friends could part company, the side door opened and the wild-dog Pack walked out. As late as it was, they still seemed to be filled with tons of energy. They discussed going to an all-night diner for a late dinner–early breakfast. Jessie Ann led the way, wrapped in a fur coat, strutting toward the corner. One of the males caught up to her and put his arm around her shoulders, whispering something in her ear. She laughed and pushed him away.

  They walked to a big, black Hummer and pulled the doors open, piling in. Jess opened the front passenger side door but stopped and looked around, her eyes finally finding him and Mace. She smiled and waved.

  “Thank you, guys! It went great.”

  “You’re welcome,” Mace answered for them. All Smitty could manage was
a wave. Then the Pack closed the doors and the Hummer drove off.

  “You all right, Smitty?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about how much little Jessie Ann has changed.”

  “People change. It happens.”

  “Yeah, you’re right.”

  But he liked his little Jessie Ann. More than he’d realized. And now she was gone forever.

  Jessica Ann Ward sat in the passenger side of one of the Pack’s Hummers and stared out the window. She knew it was coming, she simply didn’t know when. Leave it to Phil to break the ice.

  She heard him turn in his seat to face his wife, Sabina.

  “Golly gee, darlin’,” he said in what had to be the worst rendition of a Southern accent Jess had ever been forced to listen to. “You sho’ look good in them fine shoes.”

  “And you are…I can’t quite place you,” Sabina responded in her Russian accent that was suddenly that much thicker.

  “Why, I’m the young man you once had a big ol’ crush on and I’ve now grown into a manly buck of a wolf. Don’t you remember?”

  “Um…no.”

  Finally, Jess couldn’t take it anymore. She burst out laughing, her Pack joining with her.

  “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” she playfully yelled at Phil. “I wasn’t that bad.”

  Danny, May’s husband, stopped at a red light. “When you walked over, he was like this.” He held his hands out at least eleven inches apart. “But when you were done, he was like this.” He held his forefingers about two inches apart.

  Jess covered her face with her hands, her laughter causing tears to flow down her cheeks. “Stop it!”

  “Sweetie, it went brilliantly,” Sabina cheered. “You crushed him.” She always said that sort of thing with so much relish. And Phil always looked so turned on by it.

  “What y’all missed,” May added, “was all the chest thumpin’ he was doin’ with that big cat.”

  “Big is right,” Phil agreed. “Now that was a big head.”