followed behind.
There were probably twenty guys sitting in the bar, but not one looked at
me as I walked past. Heat flushed my cheeks. Everyone was dressed in classy
outfits, and I was wrapped up in someone else’s jeans and an oversized
sweater. Clearly, I wasn’t even worth
looking at.
Plenty of women looked at Jaxson, though, and I could practically read
the thoughts of those who glanced my way.
You’re not worthy.
It was true. I was just a LaSalle with dirty little mutant paws. I’d never be
accepted by him or the pack or anyone in this city.
A vampire actually slipped out of his table and ran up the stairs after we
passed. I hesitated.
Something didn’t add up. I looked back. No one was looking at my ass,
and I was certain it looked delectable in Sam’s jeans. But the eyes of every
man were stuck to a menu, to their girlfriend’s smiles, or to the books on the
wall. Everywhere but me. Not that I liked being ogled, but a little
appreciation would have been nice.
Curious, I dropped my purse in front of a man at a round top and bent
down slowly to pick it up. He practically crawled away from me and went so
far as to pretend to be suddenly fascinated by the designs on the old tin
ceiling tiles.
Jaxson.
Apparently, it wasn’t just Eclipse for which he didn’t like competition.
What had he done?
“Why is every guy in here acting weird?” I snapped.
“You deserve respect,” he grumbled as we made our way around an
apprehensive cluster of drinkers.
“Do you mean you want respect? Maybe I like people looking at me.”
He spun on me and stopped me in my tracks with his breathtaking golden