Beck POV
I smelled him before the door opened.
It was Tuesday, a little after eight. The bar was half full. Lainey was at the taps with her hair up, quieter than usual, and I had spent four hours not asking her about Saturday.
Then Rhett Calloway walked in, and my night went to hell.
He had been gone five weeks. He runs the errands this pack needs done outside of town, and he is good at it, mostly because the outside is the only place big enough to hold his mouth. He is twenty-eight and good-looking and he knows it. He has been getting under my skin since we were kids. He never does anything I could put him on the floor for. He just finds the line and leans on it, grinning.
He stopped inside the door and took one slow breath.
His eyes went straight to her. Then they came to me, and h
