So maybe there was a point in continuing. Bulldog had hit the nail on the head. If he were honest with himself, he wanted to get somewhat back to who he’d once been. He missed that part of himself to an extent. The question was how to do that.
So much was at stake already, more so if he added the people he cared about.
If he went to jail on club business, it would mean leaving a family while he did his time. With the life they led, prison time was a real possibility.
If he ever went inside, he’d have to sever with his wolf, like Hunter. Hunter hadn’t been the same since and would never be the same. Even if he got out, his life would be just a shell. The only blessing is that the club was his only family. He didn’t have an ol’ lady visiting on Saturdays or crying at home for her man who wasn’t coming home.
But Prowler had Cass. At least she was fourteen now, and maybe if he got an ol’ lady, she could look out for Cass.
That thought brought other potential problems to his pipe dream.
“How would I even begin to explain the wolf to a woman?” The wolf in question gave a menacing growl that faded intoa whimper. Prowler didn’t know what it meant. All the years together, and he still couldn’t communicate with his wolf as well as naturals.
“Awoman or aspecificwoman?”
Prowler just eyed his VP. Bulldog knew exactly who had Prowler asking those questions, and it wasn’t just for his daughter, no matter how he tried to convince himself otherwise.
He just stared at Bulldog rather than answer.
“That particular woman can handle all that and then some. However?—”
“However, what?”
Prowler sat up straighter, leaning over the table, waiting for thehowever.
“You two exclusive?” Why was he asking shit like that?
“No, and yes.” With that mumbled answer, he relaxed back against his chair. It bothered him to no end that he hadn’t gotten more than awe will end it when we want to bang other peopleagreement on their little arrangement.
“Care to elaborate on that, Prez?”
“Not really. However, what?”
“Boogey said there was a man at her place last night.”
Prowler shot out of the chair as if his ass were on fire.
“What?”
He wasn’t just pissed that Taylor was entertaining another man, but that his daughter was there. That was a line, one that although she didn’t know existed, she’d crossed. With everything Taylor knew about Allie and the men in and out of Cass’s life, he couldn’t imagine why she’d have thought that would be okay.
“Calm down, Prez. From what was captured on the camera footage, he never entered the residence. She made him wait outside, and when she slipped out the door, she did so with just enough room to clear her rack before closing it behind her.Then she handed him something, he pocketed it, picked her up, gave her a kiss, and left. The whole exchange lasted about three minutes.”
Prowler wiggled his fingers toward his vice until he pulled his phone from his pocket and cued up the footage. After turning up the brightness, Prowler watched the man walk up from down the street.
The asshole jogged up the porch, rang, knocked, and rang again before Taylor opened the door a sliver and stuck her face through. A few seconds later, she closed the door, while the man shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting.
When Taylor emerged again, closing the door behind her, she handed him something, then crossed her arms. Looking behind her at the door before turning back to the man. Sure enough, after pocketing whatever she gave him, he scooped her into his arms and kissed her on the lips.
Lips he would give his left nut to kiss but had held off doing so. One, because kissing was way too intimate for hookups. And two, he feared that as with natural wolves, he would know immediately if they belonged together.
Kansas said he’d get a sense of it, one Kansas hadn’t experienced yet, but had been described to him by those who had, as a sense of peace and belonging. Home.
It wasn’t unusual to see Kansas lock lips with every chick in a bar. It was how he greeted people, always looking for the one to be his.
So, Prowler had avoided kissing since he’d learned that little tidbit. Truth be told, he wasn’t afraid of kissing Taylor because she might be his mate, but instead because she might not be.
If he didn’t sense anything at all, he was afraid he’d always wonder if his mate was still out there or if quantum wolves, asthey’d taken to calling it, were just missing that drive like some of the other instincts naturals had.
