Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Nothing.”
“Then what’s with all these pictures?” Agatha asked, pointing at his shop window. “This is not nothing.”
“We’re in the process of removing them. To be honest, this town is not the best when it comes to employment, business, or housing. Between you and me, this is a dead place and one you should immediately leave.”
“Is that any way to speak to our guest?” Boyan asked.
He didn’t know why it bothered him that Bob was trying to get her to leave town.
Agatha spun around to look at him. There was a smile on her lips, but he detected how forced it was.
“Ah, Boyan, is it?” she asked.
He nodded.
“This is Bob,” she said. “I’m sure you two know each other.”
Bob had already bowed his head, giving him respect. He was one of the pack leaders. Alpha gave all the orders, but he was still part of the Poison Wolves, which made him higher in rank than most.
“We do.”
Agatha nodded and turned to Bob. “Thank you for your time. I appreciate it. If there is an opening, could you please let me know? I’m enjoying my stay at the hotel, but I’d like to find something more permanent.”
She still wasn’t leaving.
Bob was a horrible bastard. Rude and mean along with it.
Boyan put up with him because he knew his shit about real estate and had helped the club many times, including finding locations needed to start building more homes. The pack was constantly expanding. Bob returned to his shop, and Agatha sighed and continued to walk away.
“You’re planning to stay?” Boyan asked, following her. It didn’t take him long to match her footsteps.
She stopped and turned toward him. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” The lie was easy.
“Huh, you could have fooled me. This town isn’t exactly the most hospitable, is it?” she asked.
“What makes you say that?”
“The way people are acting.” Agatha laughed. “Is that why this place isn’t a hot spot for tourists?”
“We have tourists. Plenty of them,” he said.
“The kind that don’t stick around?” she asked.
He didn’t say a word. Most of the time, they allowed human tourists to do their touristy stuff, made sure they didn’t exactly feel welcome, and then forced them to move on. Humans got uncomfortable around the pack, so it never took them long to leave.
Agatha was proving to be a pain in the ass. She just wouldn’t leave.
“They never need to stick around,” Boyan said. “The point of tourists being here is to see the sights and move on. They have no reason to stay.”
“Really, because I can think of plenty of reasons.”
Chapter Two
Each day she spent in Poison, she became more charmed by the place. Despite the people being aloof, she found it utterly cute and adorable. This had to be the weirdest trip she’d ever been on.
Her stay at the hotel also seemed to be annoying the shit out of the staff. She didn’t know their names, as they refused to wear name tags or even introduce themselves. The diner at least served amazing food.
She turned the newspaper over, glancing through the old headlines. Agatha had seen the newspaper was nearly a year out of date, which was fine. Catching up with modern news had never been her strong point. Reading the newspaper was not on her list of plans for the day. No, enjoying her pancakes, which were smothered in syrup, along with bacon pieces and nearly a mountain of scrambled eggs, was the plan right now. Once she was done, she intended to explore the town, hoping to find a “For Rent” sign.
She had checked the realtor again, and he still hadn’t removed any of the houses or apartments listed, which told her quite plainly he was lying. Fine. She didn’t mind, she’d find a place to stay.
“Well, well, well, I have to say I thought Wolfe was kidding, but he wasn’t, was he?”
Agatha looked up to see a beautiful woman pulling out a chair opposite her. She wore a lovely blue dress that hugged her body and flared out at the hips. Her long brown hair hung around her body.
Glancing around the diner, she noticed people were staring. Another little clothing item she spotted was the leather cut the woman was sporting. The kind that Boyan and a few of the other MC people had worn.
“Hello,” Agatha said.
The woman smiled and then held out her hand. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said.
She wasn’t rude by nature and she took the woman’s hand, giving it a shake. Agatha checked to see that there were several tables free, but this woman had come to sit with her.
“Do I know you?”
“I highly doubt that. You’re new around here and, well, I’m not.”
She had no idea what to say to that so she kept eating her breakfast. “What brings you here?” Amelia asked.
“Have you been sent to find out why I’m here?” Agatha asked.