<b>Chapter </b><b>12 </b>
Skye’s POV
An Alpha showing up out in the desert–that was definitely not something you saw every
day.
<b>I </b>shifted <b>my </b>gaze toward Caleb, trying to act casual, hoping that Alpha wouldn’t pay me any mind. I asked Caleb, “Hey, what were you just trying to tell <b>me</b><b>?</b>”
Caleb started, “I got a new job lined up, and I’m leaving Boring next week. I can…“.
But before he could finish, that Alpha cut him off.
Without hesitation, he plopped down in the empty seat right next to Caleb, then looked straight at me and said, I heard this ce has <b>a </b>bartender who can outdrink any man in Texas. That you?”
I finally dared to meet his gaze, searching for any sign of recognition or suspicion. His expression revealed nothing beyond casual interest.
Maybe he hadn’t detected anything unusual about me after all.
That’s what they say,” I replied cautiously.
He smiled then, a slow, deliberate curving of lips that transformed his <b>face </b>into something almost boyishly charming.
I’ll have your house special<b>–</b><b>‘</b>Heartbeat <b>144</b><b>,</b>‘ I believe <b>it’s </b>called.”
I nodded and began preparing the drink, hyperaware <b>of </b>his <b>presence </b><b>as </b><b>I </b>worked. I’d created the cocktail myself–bourbon infused with bitter herbs<b>, </b>wildflower honey, <b>and </b>a dash of cayenne pepper, stirred over ice with fresh lemon juice. It was both sweet and harsh<b>, </bforting and painful all at once<b>. </b>
As I handed him the <b>ss</b>, our fingers brushed briefly. Heat shot up my arm<b>, </b>electric and unexpected, and I quickly pulled back. If he noticed my reaction, he gave no indication.
He took a sip, his brow furrowing slightly. “Bitter,” hemented, “and stronger than <b>I </b>expected. Not the kind of drink I’d imagine someone like you creating.
“I contain multitudes,” I said dryly<b>, </b>already turning to serve another customer.
“Why call it ‘Heartbeat <b>144</b><b>‘</b><b>?</b>” he asked, stopping me in my
tracks<b>. </b>
Because that was my exact heart rate when I first scented my mate three years ago, I thought. The moment before everything fell apart.
<b>Just </b>a random name,” I lied with a shrug.
The truth <b>was </b>far more painful.‘
On the hunting night, the moment I’d detected Leon’s <b>scent </b>in the forest<b>, </b>my brother’s gift–a fitness tracker–had recorded my heart <b>rate </b>spiking to exactly <b>144 </b>beats per minute. I’d only noticed the numberter, after everything had gone to hell.<fn43f1> Latest content published on find(?)ovel</fn43f1>
<b>The </b>stranger didn’t press further<b>. </b><b>He </b>simply nodded and continued drinking in silence.
Unlike most customers, he <b>didn’t </b>attempt to make small talk or flirt. <b>But </b><b>I </b>couldn’t shake <b>the </b>feeling that his <b>eyes </b>never left me. His <b>steady.gaze </b>followed <b>my </b><b>every </b>movement<b>, </b>making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
The weight of his attention was so distracting that I identally mixed up salt and <b>sugar </b>while making <b>a </b><b>Margarita</b><b>, </b>earning me <b>a </bint from a <b>regr </b><b>and </b>a disapproving look from Buck.
Through it all, the stranger just watched with what seemed like amused interest, his lips asionally quirking into <b>the </b>faintest smile <b>whenever </b><b>I </b><b>made </b><b>a </b><b>mistake</b><b>. </b>
<b>His </b><b>silent </b><b>observation </b>ended when Ruby, a local <b>woman </b>who offered services to lonely men, sauntered over. <b>Her </b><b>bleached </b><b>blonde </b>hair was <b>piled </b><b>high</b><b>. </b><b>Her </b>
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<b>makeup </b>was <b>thick </b><b>but </b><b>expertly </b>applied<b>. </b>Her low<b>–</b>cut top left little to the imagination.
<b>*</b><b>Haven’t </b>seen you around before, handsome<b>, </b>the purred, leaning against the bar so that her ample cleavage was prominently disyed. Her perfume- something floral and far too strong–wafted across the bar. “Looking for somepany tonight? I know all the most interesting <b>spots </b>in town<b>. </b>
<b>The </b>stranger turned to her with a smile that was both kind and firmly detached. “I appreciate the offer, ma’am, but I’m just passing through.”
Ruby <b>wasn’t </b>so easily deterred. She slid onto the stool next to him, her handing to rest on his forearm. “Passing through is <b>exactly </b>why you should take me up on it. No strings, just a good time with someone who knows how to show a man a proper Texas wee.”
I found myself inexplicably tense as I watched their interaction.
The stranger gently removed her hand from his arm, but instead of dismissing her harshly, he gged me down. ‘Miss, could you bring thedy whatever drink she’d like? On my tab.
Ruby’s painted eyebrows rose in surprise.
What’ll it be?” <b>I </b>asked her.
<b>“</b>Cosmopolitan, Ruby replied, looking slightly confused by the turn of events<b>. </b>
<b>As </b>I prepared her drink, I could hear <b>the </b>stranger speaking to her in a low, <b>respectful </b>tone<b>. </b>“I’m ttered by your <b>interest</b><b>, </b>truly. But I’m <b>afraid </b>I’d be poorpany tonight. Business matters on my mind.”
When I returned with Ruby’s cocktail, she was nodding, seemingly not offended. “Well, <b>if </b>your <b>business </b><b>clears </b><b>up </b>while <b>you’re </b>still in town<b>…</b><b>” </b>She slid a napkin with her number toward him before taking her drink and moving to another part of the bar.
The <b>stranger’s </b>eyes found mine again, that same unreadable expression on his <b>face</b><b>. </b><b>He </b>finished his drink, left a generous tip and departed without another <b>word</b>.
Lreleased a breath <b>I </b>hadn’t realized I was holding. He hadn’t recognized me <b>as </b>a werewolf.
My <b>secret </b>was safe<b>, </b>at least for now.
I looked at Caleb, who <b>was </b>still sitting beside me in a <b>daze</b><b>. </b>Gently, I approached him and asked, “Caleb<b>, </b>what was it you wanted <b>to </b>say <b>to </b><b>me </b><b>just </b>now?”
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