Her Guardian Shifter. Karen Whiddon
town. You’re welcome to come with us if you’d like. I could use someone familiar with the place to point me in the right direction.”
Her heart gave an entirely unnecessary leap. “I’d love to go,” she said, working to quash her enthusiasm so it didn’t show. “But I’ve only lived here one month. I do know where the stores are and some of the restaurants, but I’m in no way a native.” About to tell him asking Rhonda would be his best bet, she managed to bite back the comment.
“I forgot.” Tilting his head, he eyed her. “You said you were from Manhattan.”
“Right.”
He continued to watch her, clearly waiting for her to elaborate.
“I needed a fresh start,” she finally said, keeping her chin up. “Like you, I had some emotional stuff going on I needed to get away from.”
To her relief, he nodded. “I know the feeling.”
“It’s not easy, that’s for sure.”
“What about your parents?” he asked. “Do they live close by?”
Normal conversation, she told herself. Asking casual questions, like regular people do. Not everything was suspect. Shawn wasn’t his friend.
“My father died a year ago,” she said, her words bringing back the pain of his crossing as if it had happened yesterday. “And right after his funeral, my mom closed up their apartment and hopped a plane to Australia. Turns out she’d always wanted to live there.”
And her abandonment had felt like a second death, though JJ didn’t begrudge her mom her happiness. The two of them talked on the phone about once a month.
“Wow. Adventurous,” he said. “You have to admire that.”
Out of habit, she caught herself looking around, as if someone else might be listening. Shawn had been human, and she’d grown used to hiding her true nature. Ironic that. In her wolf form, she could have taken Shawn down permanently. He might never have hit her if he’d known that.
Then again, he probably would have just swung harder. Some people never changed, no matter what the circumstances. And Pack law forbade her to reveal her true nature to anyone unless they were going to be mates. Since Shawn and she hadn’t been engaged, she’d kept her mouth shut. Truth be told, she’d come to like having a part of herself untouched by him.
“It’s okay,” Eric said, correctly interpreting her movement. “It’s just the two of us. No one else can hear.”
“Sorry. I feel foolish, but you know how it is.”
“I do.” He reached for his son’s portable bed, hefting it in one hand.
“What about Garth?” she asked, blurting out the question before she had time to think it through. “Is he full or a halfling?”
“Full.” The shortness of his answer told her how dangerously close to the line her question skirted. “Thanks for the cocoa. Are you ready to go now? I’d like to get out there and back before it starts snowing again, just in case.”
“Sure.” After grabbing her winter coat, she shrugged it on. “I’ll probably pick up a few things, too.” Like wine. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to get at least one bottle. Nothing better than a fire crackling in the fireplace, a glass of wine and an old movie in the DVR.
With Garth securely buckled into his infant car carrier, they started to town. Initially tense, JJ relaxed her death grip on the door handle when she realized Eric, despite having lived in California, truly appeared to know how to navigate his SUV on snowy roads.
The small local grocery store appeared to be empty.
“Is it even open?” Eric asked, pulling into a parking spot right near the front door.
She laughed. “The day before the storm hit, you couldn’t even park in the lot. And yes, I’m going to say they’re open, judging by that neon sign above the doorway.”
“Great.” Hurrying around to the back, he unbuckled Garth. “Hopefully, it won’t take me long to get enough provisions to tide me over for a while.”
She nodded. “I just need a few things, so I’ll walk with you. Would you like me to hold Garth?”
“Sure.” Without a second of hesitation, he handed over the baby. Garth cooed, apparently already recognizing her. In response, her heart squeezed. Ever since she’d realized how Shawn had been using her desire to have a baby as a trick to keep her on a leash, she’d pushed that ache deep down inside her. Being around this little one brought her longing right back to the surface. Maybe someday she’d be lucky enough to have a child of her own.
By the time they’d reached the other side of the grocery store, Eric had a full basket. JJ had grabbed a bottle of red wine and some cheese and put both in the cart, feeling ridiculously domestic. When they reached the checkout, Eric grabbed those and put them on the belt first, followed by his own groceries.
“Let me pay for my things,” JJ said, fumbling in her purse for her wallet while holding Garth.
“I got it.” The easy smile Eric flashed had her insides going all tingly again. “A bottle of wine and a block of cheese are the least I can do for you after all the help you’ve been to me.”
“Okay.”
When they walked outside, it had started snowing again. Eric gave a good-natured groan, making her laugh.
“I like it,” she said, twirling around in the parking lot.
“Which would explain why I found you making a snow angel when I first arrived.” After placing little Garth into his infant seat, he began loading groceries into the back of his SUV. At her laugh, he glanced over his shoulder at her, then returned his attention to the task at hand.
Too happy to care, she stuck her tongue out at his back. “This is why I couldn’t live anywhere else but New York,” she told him. “Well, this and autumn. I’m definitely a fan of the fall.”
He closed the back door of his vehicle and walked the shopping cart to the front of the store. “No sense leaving it out here in the snow,” he said. “Let’s go home before the roads get too bad.”
Home. How many times had she said that word back in the city, not really meaning it? Now, hearing him refer to her house that way made hope blossom in her chest. Not for him, not for them, but for her. She really could make this place her home. She really could start her life over.
Once at the house, she took baby Garth inside while Eric carried in his provisions. “Here you go.” He handed her the bag with her wine and cheese. “Thanks for your help.”
Though plainly, she needed to go, she lingered, searching for a valid reason to stay. Busy unpacking his groceries, he didn’t issue an invitation. Finally, though, she thanked him again for the wine and made her way upstairs.
When the snowfall finally stopped an hour before midnight, her measuring stick on the back porch showed they’d gotten eighteen inches. She was giddy with happiness, deciding then and there that she’d go into the woods and become wolf as soon as darkness had fallen. Since moving here, she tried to shape-shift at least once a week. It was much easier to do so here than it had been in the city. Just walking alone into Central Park had been nerve-racking, though once she disappeared into the trees and changed into wolf, it had been fun. Though there had been wooded areas remote enough that a wolf could hunt unnoticed, always, always, always, she and all the others of her kind couldn’t help but be aware of the perimeter. As wolf, of necessity they’d remained on alert, just in case they encountered a human, or worse, a gang of humans.
In Forestwood, all that had changed. Judging from the abundance of auras she’d seen, more than