Beneath the Skin: de La Vega Cats, Book 3 (15 page)

“I’m flattered you’d ask.” Her heart pounded. “Aren’t there wolves who could do this?”

“Some. Most of them I don’t know.”

“You don’t know me.”

He laughed, and the power in his voice made her shiver just a little. “I don’t. But I know the person who recommended you. And I know the person who did your background check, who is my family.”

“Gibson and Jack.”

“Gibson has saved my ass a time or two. Jack more than that. And your record is exemplary. Would you like to come to our offices to meet with us face to face?”

Yes, she would. She scribbled down the address and arranged to meet him in a few hours’ time.

And then she rushed back to Gibson’s to get cleaned up.

He wasn’t there of course. The house was quiet, which was good. She showered the dust and cobwebs off and looked through her clothes. She’d only brought a suitcase over that first night. But when she’d gotten home from work that following evening, she’d found all her clothes had been moved over by his people. They’d even put them in the closet and half the dresser.

He was so bossy.

She smiled as she chose a nice pair of pants and a blouse. She didn’t need a dress or pantyhose for this, she was sure. And while she knew Gibson was behind the call, she also understood the job was hers to win or lose. Cade Warden wouldn’t entrust his family or his wolves to her just because she was Gibson’s, um, friend. He’d want to take her measure in person. Measure her genuine responses and personality, and if he had even a slight doubt of her, he’d thank her for her time and she’d leave without a job.

As she wasn’t much for taking orders from anyone she didn’t trust either, she’d do her own measure-taking.

Hopefully at the end of the meeting, she’d have a new boss and he’d have a new pilot.

Whatever the outcome, it felt good to be doing something to move on with her life.

She had no car so she figured she’d grab a cab. She wasn’t familiar enough with where Cade’s address was to risk being super late if she took mass transit over.

Dario was in the office when she got downstairs. He smiled at her when she came in. “You look nice.”

She liked Dario Lennon. He was a smart cookie and was so loyal to Gibson she knew he’d lay his life on the line for him any time it was necessary.

“Thanks. I have a job interview. I’ll be out of here in a moment. I just need to look a number up.”

“Sure.”

She turned the computer on and began to click through to find the number she needed. She’d dropped her phone in the toilet about twenty minutes after she’d arrived back at Gibson’s, and it was hopefully drying out so she could use it again. But it meant having to look things up the long way when she’d already been totally spoiled by having the world in the palm of her hand.

“Something wrong with your phone?” he asked as she moved to the landline on Gibson’s desk.

“I dropped it. Um, and it got wet.”

He laughed. “I’ve dropped my phone in the toilet before. I don’t keep it in my back pocket anymore.”

She grinned. “Yeah.”

But when she started to order a cab, he shook his head. “No.”

She cancelled the cab and said she’d call back. “What do you mean no? Do you need me to have it pick me up a block away or something? Is this like the bat cave?”

He laughed again. “No, no, that’s not it. Let me drive you.”

“You have a job to do, Dario. I don’t need a driver.”

“I know you don’t need one. But Gibson…well he’d want you to be driven by one of us. You don’t need to take a cab. This is part of my job as it happens. Though really, no sweat to leave these pages and pages of useless data that still hasn’t told us why the hell these cats want to kill you and Gibson. Where do you need to go?”

“I normally take the T or bus where I need to go. But it’s an interview. I don’t want to chance being late.”

He stood and grabbed his keys. “So tell me about it. The job I mean.”

She told him and his smile got even bigger. “I know exactly where National is.”

The drive over was pretty easy, but it was nice not to have to worry about schedules, directions or parking. And Dario was fun to talk to. He wasn’t overly nosy, but chatty enough that she didn’t have to think too much about the interview.

When they arrived she turned to him. “Thank you. I appreciate the ride and the chitchat. You kept me from overthinking. That helped.”

His smile brightened. “I’m glad. I don’t think you need to worry. The Wardens are good people. You’ll like them and I know they’ll like you.” He got out with her. “I’m going in to wait. I can use Jack’s office. We’ll walk past it, so don’t worry, you’ll know where to go after the interview.”

“You don’t have to wait. I don’t want to mess up your day. It’s a short walk to the station from here. Just a few blocks away.”

“Yes, I do. I have to. And I want to. For you and because I have several friends here and they always get new toys. Never know when there’s a new weapon I need to talk Gibson into.”

She laughed. “All right. Tell me if there’s anything cool. I love weapons too.”

He led her to the elevators and told the scary-looking male behind a desk that she was there to see Cade. The elevators opened and she moved to them, turning back to wave at Dario.

“Good luck, Mia.”

It wasn’t Cade who met her once she got off the elevator, but Grace. A female not even as tall as Mia. Elegant and beautiful. She’d heard from Renee that Cade’s wife was gorgeous, but there was something so vibrant about her as well.

Grace moved like her name, but with power. She was an alpha wolf. Not just an alpha but the Alpha female of the United States. Being with her in person, it was quite easy to believe she was worthy of her position.

She also smiled warmly and took Mia’s hand. “Hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Grace Warden. Cade asked me to bring you back. He’s finishing up a phone call with his brother back in Seattle. Crazy stuff going on out there just now.”

Mia knew of some of it. Witches disappearing, apparently kidnapped by mages who’d been bent on stealing their magick. Just as she knew it was one of the de La Vega sons who’d been aiding them and giving them information as to the whereabouts of Renee and Kendra so they could be taken. The reverberations of that still echoed through the jamboree.

“Would you like some coffee? I just made a pot so it’s fresh and hot.” Grace brought her into an office that looked very much like a living room. Several small couches with low tables dotted the space. The view of the river was pretty spectacular as well.

“Yes please. These offices are amazing,” she said as she sat where Grace had indicated.

“I’m a doctor, you see. And I have a walk-in clinic downstairs, but this afternoon I’m finished with appointments. So I come up here to do alpha-type stuff but I don’t want a traditional office. I have that down there if I want it. But up here I can have the kids with me if I want. They’ve napped on these couches more than once. Oh and if you’re having a craving for Goldfish crackers, I’ve got several metric tons of them in the closet.”

Mia laughed. “That’s a nice thing. My parents own a wine shop, and my brothers and I grew up there on weekends and school holidays. During the summer my dad made us do inventory and all that stuff.”

Grace brought over two mugs of coffee and some smaller containers. “Yes, they’re in training for the long hours of running a Pack. Family business just like yours.” She tipped her chin. “Cream and sugar if you like.” She sat, stirring hers, adding a dollop of milk.

Grace took her in with eyes that didn’t miss a thing. But her posture remained at ease. Shifter to shifter, things were going well. It was easy to relax around the other woman.

“So you’re a pilot.”

“I am. And you’re in the market for one?”

Grace nodded. “We are. They used to have a service. But it’s not totally safe. That ended up with my sister-in-law nearly dead. We like to avoid that, so we’ve been having one of Cade’s old buddies come out to handle it when we need it. But he lives in Alaska and that’s a hassle and it slows us down if we want to go right then. And sometimes it’s a right then sort of thing. Can you handle that? Having only an hour or so before you have to fly one of us somewhere?”

“Barring any emergencies, yes.”

“And what is your definition of emergency?”

Mia sipped her coffee and was glad to have something to do with her hands. “Someone in my family being in the hospital.”

“All right, I can agree with that. I like your priorities.”

She nearly laughed but didn’t. She did, however, really like Grace Warden.

“You were decorated. In the military I mean.”

Mia nodded.

“So if, say, one of us is threatened or under attack you could handle it?”

“I’m a full-grown shifter. I can handle most things. And when I can’t, I know how to use a variety of weapons. But if you need a bodyguard, I don’t know that I’m your gal. I’ve been recovering from…an attack. I’m in physical therapy for it now. But I’m a pilot who can react to danger and help protect you. Not a bodyguard. I’m not at a hundred percent.”

Grace cocked her head, quiet for a moment. “What happened?”

She swallowed and told Grace the story. And when she was finished, she’d had no idea why she did so easily. Only that it had seemed natural to share with Grace.

But the words had flown from her, and with each one, the weight had become a little less.

When Mia had finished, Grace put her mug down, her mouth in a hard line. “Sometimes, Mia, I wonder why some things happen. Why such horrible beings exist. I’m sure people will tell you things happen for a reason. But that was senseless. It makes me angry that anyone would harm you. Or anyone else for simply being what they are. I’m sorry.”

“So I understand if you’d rather have someone else do the job.”

Grace sat back and waved it away. “You’re able to fly still?”

“Yes. Cade described the aircraft you’d need me to fly. I can easily handle them.”

“Then I have no need for anyone else to do the job.”

Cade came in moments later and holy cow he was gorgeous. Like heart-stoppingly beautiful. The connection between him and Grace was brilliant. Mia was pleased just to look at them. They were clearly made for one another.

“We need to get Mia on the payroll immediately. I need to fly to DC tomorrow.” She turned back to Mia. “The old Alpha of National, Templeton Mancini, was poisoned with a degenerative compound several years ago. He survived, but has a great deal of medical issues still. He’s got his own doctor, of course, but that doctor is easily scared by Templeton.”

Cade laughed and shook Mia’s hand. “Grace is scarier than Templeton. I think Templeton loves that. So Grace goes and coos over him and takes the girls, our daughters that is, and everyone is happy.”

And she walked out of the building three hours later with a job that paid enough to keep her in Boston and the beginnings of a new friendship. All in all, a very good day.

Chapter Ten

When Gibson walked through the door that night, the smells of something amazing greeted him. He followed the scent and found her in his kitchen, barefoot, her hair in two braids, a snug T-shirt not hiding the lack of a bra.

He approached and pulled her into his arms. “Best Wednesday night ever.”

She grinned and kissed him soundly. “Not even over yet.”

He kissed her again because he could and because having her there at the end of a long day made him happier than he’d probably wanted to admit to himself even a week before.

“Do you like lasagna? If not, fake it. I made two huge pans of it.”

“A better question is who doesn’t like lasagna? Smells really good. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meal?”

“Room and board.”

He laughed. “The fact that you let me touch your tits makes up for that.”

“Ha. You know, Gibson, you’re a big marshmallow underneath that snarly exterior. I won’t tell anyone, but I want you to know I know.”

“I’m sure you’re mistaken. But what do you mean?”

“I have a job.”

“Really? Good news. Doing what?”

“As if you didn’t know. I’m going to be a pilot for National. My first flight is tomorrow.”

Damn, Cade moved fast. Gibson had only mentioned it to him that afternoon.

“I got a call when I was cleaning out the back room at the shop. Rushed back here, got my business face on. Dario gave me a ride, by the way. He wouldn’t let me take a cab. He’s a nice man.”

Of course Dario gave her a ride. As if anything else was going to happen. He gave her a ride to the shop that morning, and if Gibson could have her in his or Dario’s custody all the time, he’d have been more comfortable.

“Anyway, it was obvious they learned of me from you. I appreciate that.”

“They wouldn’t have hired you if they hadn’t felt you were right for the job. You got it on your own merits.”

“Of course I did. But Cade wouldn’t have known about me without you. So thank you.”