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foist him off on strangers. That s not how Jeremy sees it. Or, if it is, it s certainly not how he
sees it when Logan is around to overhear.
According to Jeremy, Logan s father probably either hadn t been sure he was the boy s
father, or hadn t known about Logan until it was too late. Then he d sent him to the Pack to give
him a chance at a better, fuller werewolf life, knowing Logan s youth would earn him a no
questions asked membership.
The identity of Logan s father was still a mystery. Logan s relationship with his mother was
strained he d grown up with his grandparents. Whenever he asked his mother about his father,
his questions were met with silence or bitter curses, depending on how much she d had to drink.
He assumed his father was black. His mother refused to confirm it, but considering she came
from a line of blond-haired, blue-eyed Norwegians, and Logan had deep brown eyes, a perpetual
dark tan, and kinked light brown hair, he figured it was a pretty good guess. With that to go on,
Jeremy had been helping to narrow down the paternal possibilities. His most recent theory was
that Logan s father was not African-American, but Caribbean. Hence the dreadlocks. As for
why Logan would even want to know his father, a mutt who d abandoned him, that was beyond
me. But, apparently, no one cared to hear my thoughts on the matter.
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I snuck up behind Logan and loomed over the chair, casting a shadow on his book. He
jumped, streaking highlighter across the page.
Jesus fucking ! He twisted and saw me. Goddamn it, Clayton. Do you have to do
that?
I grinned. Honing your senses. A duty and a pleasure. I grabbed the text, swung over to
the sofa and dropped onto my back. Business Law: Ethical and Economic Considerations. No
wonder you were drifting off.
He stood. There, I m off the sacred chair. Now can I have my book back?
Sit down. Jeremy s shower s still running.
I flipped the page, keeping my finger in at his spot. When he didn t say anything, I lowered
the book. He stood next to the chair, hovering there like a dragonfly looking for a place to land.
Well, sit down, I said, reaching out and kicking the chair.
It s a test, right?
Huh?
I sit down and you re going to pounce.
That wasn t the plan, but if it s what you expect, I d hate to disappoint you. Better yet, I
could yank the chair out from under you. I looked up at him and smiled. Let s test those
reflexes. See if you can sit before I can pounce.
Logan snorted. Yeah, like I m stupid enough to
He jumped backward, dropping toward the chair, but not before I kicked it away from him.
He hit the floor.
Damn, he muttered, then peered up at me. That was cheating. You said yank, not kick.
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Misdirection, I said. A good try at it yourself, but you gave yourself away by glancing
over to see how far back the chair was.
I reached out and helped him off the floor.
Sit, I said, and waved at Jeremy s chair.
He hesitated a moment, then cautiously lowered himself onto it.
So how s school going? I said. You get all your courses okay?
He shrugged and relaxed back into his chair. Most of them. I missed out on an optional I
wanted, but squeezed it next term. How about you? He slid a sly smile my way. Maybe
Jeremy should send you away every fall. That seems to cure your moods. Torture you with
teaching for a month, and you ll be so glad to come home you ll be bouncing off the walls.
I shrugged. It s not that bad.
He arched his brows. Come again?
The teaching. It s going okay. I tossed his book onto his lap. Not that I m not happy to
come home and torment you and Nick for a couple of days, but it isn t nearly as bad as I
thought.
Uh-huh. He leaned back in his chair and studied me. You have anything to drink on the
plane?
I laughed. No, I m not drunk. Had water. Same as always. Alcohol dehydrates and, on a
plane, I don t need that even if it might make sitting in a sardine can full of humans more
bearable.
Water, huh. Did you leave it unattended? Close your eyes for a few minutes? Cause I m
pretty sure someone slipped something into it.
Very funny. I m
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At a noise from the hall, I shot off the couch and bounded to the door as Jeremy walked
through. Behind me, Logan slid over to the sofa.
Hey, I said. I m home.
Jeremy s lips curved in a half-smile. So I heard. As did everyone else, I think. You seem
to be in a very good mood. I m glad to see it.
I glanced back at Logan. Well, at least someone is.
I m glad to see it too, Logan said. Just exercising a healthy dose of caution. We ve all
been bracing for the storm, and I m not quite ready to unlash myself from the mast.
Jeremy shook his head. I told them you seemed better on the phone, and Nick agreed. A
change of scenery was what you needed. I suspected that might be it. Seasonal restlessness.
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foist him off on strangers. That s not how Jeremy sees it. Or, if it is, it s certainly not how he
sees it when Logan is around to overhear.
According to Jeremy, Logan s father probably either hadn t been sure he was the boy s
father, or hadn t known about Logan until it was too late. Then he d sent him to the Pack to give
him a chance at a better, fuller werewolf life, knowing Logan s youth would earn him a no
questions asked membership.
The identity of Logan s father was still a mystery. Logan s relationship with his mother was
strained he d grown up with his grandparents. Whenever he asked his mother about his father,
his questions were met with silence or bitter curses, depending on how much she d had to drink.
He assumed his father was black. His mother refused to confirm it, but considering she came
from a line of blond-haired, blue-eyed Norwegians, and Logan had deep brown eyes, a perpetual
dark tan, and kinked light brown hair, he figured it was a pretty good guess. With that to go on,
Jeremy had been helping to narrow down the paternal possibilities. His most recent theory was
that Logan s father was not African-American, but Caribbean. Hence the dreadlocks. As for
why Logan would even want to know his father, a mutt who d abandoned him, that was beyond
me. But, apparently, no one cared to hear my thoughts on the matter.
Kelley Armstrong Beginnings 62
I snuck up behind Logan and loomed over the chair, casting a shadow on his book. He
jumped, streaking highlighter across the page.
Jesus fucking ! He twisted and saw me. Goddamn it, Clayton. Do you have to do
that?
I grinned. Honing your senses. A duty and a pleasure. I grabbed the text, swung over to
the sofa and dropped onto my back. Business Law: Ethical and Economic Considerations. No
wonder you were drifting off.
He stood. There, I m off the sacred chair. Now can I have my book back?
Sit down. Jeremy s shower s still running.
I flipped the page, keeping my finger in at his spot. When he didn t say anything, I lowered
the book. He stood next to the chair, hovering there like a dragonfly looking for a place to land.
Well, sit down, I said, reaching out and kicking the chair.
It s a test, right?
Huh?
I sit down and you re going to pounce.
That wasn t the plan, but if it s what you expect, I d hate to disappoint you. Better yet, I
could yank the chair out from under you. I looked up at him and smiled. Let s test those
reflexes. See if you can sit before I can pounce.
Logan snorted. Yeah, like I m stupid enough to
He jumped backward, dropping toward the chair, but not before I kicked it away from him.
He hit the floor.
Damn, he muttered, then peered up at me. That was cheating. You said yank, not kick.
Kelley Armstrong Beginnings 63
Misdirection, I said. A good try at it yourself, but you gave yourself away by glancing
over to see how far back the chair was.
I reached out and helped him off the floor.
Sit, I said, and waved at Jeremy s chair.
He hesitated a moment, then cautiously lowered himself onto it.
So how s school going? I said. You get all your courses okay?
He shrugged and relaxed back into his chair. Most of them. I missed out on an optional I
wanted, but squeezed it next term. How about you? He slid a sly smile my way. Maybe
Jeremy should send you away every fall. That seems to cure your moods. Torture you with
teaching for a month, and you ll be so glad to come home you ll be bouncing off the walls.
I shrugged. It s not that bad.
He arched his brows. Come again?
The teaching. It s going okay. I tossed his book onto his lap. Not that I m not happy to
come home and torment you and Nick for a couple of days, but it isn t nearly as bad as I
thought.
Uh-huh. He leaned back in his chair and studied me. You have anything to drink on the
plane?
I laughed. No, I m not drunk. Had water. Same as always. Alcohol dehydrates and, on a
plane, I don t need that even if it might make sitting in a sardine can full of humans more
bearable.
Water, huh. Did you leave it unattended? Close your eyes for a few minutes? Cause I m
pretty sure someone slipped something into it.
Very funny. I m
Kelley Armstrong Beginnings 64
At a noise from the hall, I shot off the couch and bounded to the door as Jeremy walked
through. Behind me, Logan slid over to the sofa.
Hey, I said. I m home.
Jeremy s lips curved in a half-smile. So I heard. As did everyone else, I think. You seem
to be in a very good mood. I m glad to see it.
I glanced back at Logan. Well, at least someone is.
I m glad to see it too, Logan said. Just exercising a healthy dose of caution. We ve all
been bracing for the storm, and I m not quite ready to unlash myself from the mast.
Jeremy shook his head. I told them you seemed better on the phone, and Nick agreed. A
change of scenery was what you needed. I suspected that might be it. Seasonal restlessness.
I was voting hormones, Logan said. One of those weird wolf things you re so attuned to. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]