Page 24 of Claimed by the Pack
I sat down and watched her open the fridge.
She pulled out the bottle of wine I'd just sampled and she frowned again and held it up.
Damn, she noticed that some of it was missing. Maybe she'll think Cheyenne drank it. I watched her take down a wine glass and pour the wine into it.
About that time, Cheyenne came out of her room in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was wet still, but she was braiding it as she walked toward us. She was really pretty. I was busy staring at her when Myrna said,
“Did you have company today?”
“Just Gray,” she said, giving me a cute little wink. She's an animal lover for sure, that's a check in the pros category.
“Does Gray drink wine?”
Cheyenne looked confused. “No...” she chuckled. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, I know you don't, and I just opened this bottle last night. There's more than the one glass I drank gone. I thought maybe you snuck hot guy over here while I was out.”
Hot guy? Who's this “hot guy”? Ridge won't like that and I didn't want to be the one to tell him. He has a temper sometimes. “Myrna! I told you, I'm not seeing Ridge again. Maybe we should talk about you drinking wine at ten a.m.”
“Trust me, if I would have made it to brunch, I'd be drinking whiskey. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be in such a foul mood. But my family...” she rolled her eyes and took a drink of the wine. Her phone made a noise and she picked it up off the counter and looked at it. The grumpy look on her pretty face turned into a smile instantly.
“Brett?” Cheyenne said to her friend with a smile.
“Yeah, he wants to take me on a picnic for lunch.”
“Awe, that sounds like fun.”
“He's so different from every guy I've ever dated,” she said. “I keep waiting for the real him to show up, you know?”
“Maybe this is the real him.”
Myrna's smile looked sad. “How is it that after everything, you're still not cynical?”
Cheyenne laughed. “Are you kidding? I'm cynical all the time. I'm still shocked that Ridge wanted me.”
Myrna's eyes narrowed. “You're too good for him,” she said. “Once a cheater, always a cheater.” A cheater? What did she mean by that?
“Well, I'm not seeing him again, so it's not even worth talking about.” Cheyenne's emotions changed abruptly. I could sense it. The more I was around humans, the more I realized that I was actually better at sensing how they were feeling than most. Ridge was well aware that I had that ability, and I didn't doubt that was part of why he'd sent me here. I heard in his voice earlier on the phone that he wasn't going to give up on her no matter what anyone said.
The rest of the pack didn't know him the way I do. Ridge has never wanted something as badly as he wanted her.
Cheyenne bent down and rubbed her hand from my head to my tail, I worried once again about how much I enjoyed that.
“You ready to go out and potty, guy?”
Suddenly I forgot how good her touch felt and I was annoyed.
Go out and potty? She's got to be kidding, right?
I looked up at her face and saw that she wasn't.
She stood up and walked over to the door and opened it.
Tapping her thighs she said, “Come on Gray, let's go out and potty! Come on boy.”
Completely humiliated, I hung my head and followed her out.
Ridge was going to owe me big for this. I followed Cheyenne down the steps and to the grassy area out front.
