Slade (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey Book 5) (58 page)

They all laughed, and Meg felt herself relaxing somewhat.

“I’m Mel,” the dark-haired woman said. “This is Addy and Candace,” she added, pointing to Sandy and Blondie in turn. “That was Uncle Bart.”

“Uncle?” Meg asked, surprised.

Mel laughed. “Well, he’s really the boys’ uncle, but we’re married to three of them, so we call him that just to make him feel old.”

“I’m Meg,” Meg said.

“Don’t listen to them, Meg,” Bart said, coming up behind her and sliding onto the next stool.
 

Meg had to look up—and up—to see his face. Like his nephews, he had to be well over six feet tall.

“I would have guessed you were related, anyway,” Meg said, naturally siding with the women.

“Was it my good looks?” he asked, giving them his profile.

“Maybe,” Meg said, and Candace giggled.

“But mostly I think it was your eyes,” Meg said then wished she hadn’t. She took another big drink from her beer.

Mel gave an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, yeah. They kind of got to me, too.”

Meg watched as all three women put their chins on their hands and sighed, their gazes locked on the men on stage.

“Did they tell you they’re married to three of them?” Bart asked Meg.

“Yes, they mentioned it.”

“Don’t worry,” he said in her ear. “The fiddler’s still available.”

Meg looked at him, startled, then feeling her face heat, dropped her attention back to her beer. At the rate she was going, she’d need another to go with her dinner.

The music ended, and in another moment, Candace bumped Addy with her shoulder.

“I think they want us.”

Meg looked up and saw the men on stage gesturing toward them.

“Oh, all right,” Addy said.

Mel sighed. “They’re going to play my song.”

“Yours?” Meg asked.

Mel nodded. “Addy gave it to me for a wedding present. She and Candace have recorded it with the boys, but it’s hard to get her on stage live to sing it. Wait until you hear it.”

“Addy wrote it,” Bart said, “but Matt sings it to Mel every time.”

Meg felt her heart melt as the song began, and she noticed Mel’s bright eyes. Matt—it must have been Matt on the guitar—was singing the lead, and when he sang, “Love Me Always,” it was clear he had nothing to worry about, because his wife would do just that. All six of them sang beautifully together, the bass and baritone of the male voices blending well with Addy and Candace’s alto and soprano. It was obvious to Meg that each of the other brothers felt the same way about their respective wives as they sang with them. Even the crowd had quieted for this one, the dancing couples moving into each other’s arms for the slow dance, and Meg found herself smiling. John had switched to mandolin, and she realized quickly he was as adept at playing it as he was his fiddle.

“We decided the boys should call their band the Four Saints, ’cause that’s our name,” Bart murmured in her ear, “but when they sing like that, I’m bettin’ heaven notices.”

Meg smiled and nodded.

When the song ended, there were whoops, whistles, and applause from the audience—plus a few moans from some of the men—and Matt announced they’d be taking a short break. Setting aside their instruments, they came and pulled a second round table and more stools over, which allowed the nine of them to sit together. Meg decided the women had planned to have her tucked neatly between Bart and John. Her burger came, along with five more for the Saint brothers and Bart, with baskets overflowing with fries to be shared among them. Meg dug in with the rest, suddenly ravenous as she remembered she hadn’t eaten since Cleveland. Two pitchers of beer soon followed, and before Meg could protest, her glass was being filled again.

“You’ll have to try Meg, here, during rehearsal sometime,” Bart suggested as he poured. “She brought her instrument with her.”

“Oh, no,” Meg protested. “I can’t play like that.”

“You got a fiddle, don’t you?” he said.

“No. I have a violin,” she said firmly.

“Fiddle, violin. What’s the difference?”

“You’d know, Uncle Bart,” John said, winking at Meg, “if you’d ever listened to a real violinist.”

Bart shrugged, but all Meg could do was try to keep from staring at John. She took him to be the youngest of the four brothers, but he was definitely the best looking of the group.

Maybe I only think that, because I know the other three are married,
she thought, desperately seeking some explanation for the fact that her right side—John’s side—was a lot warmer than her left.

“I really like the mandolin,” she finally said, looking for a distraction. “I’ve never played one before.”

“It plays just like the violin, fingering-wise,” John said. “I can teach you how to play it.”

She glanced up sharply, only to find her pale green eyes trapped by his golden ones. “Really?”

He smiled. “Sure. Where are you staying?”

“Um, well, actually, I came here straight from the bus station, so I don’t know, yet.”

“That’s perfect,” Addy said from across the table. “You can stay with Mark and me.”

“I can’t do that,” Meg said. “I mean…”

“Sure you can,” Mark said. “We have plenty of room.”

“We bought a house with three apartments in it,” Bart said. “Matt and Mel live on the top floor, Mark and Addy in the middle—the biggest apartment—and Luke and Candace have the ground floor. John and I share another house across the alley. We’re in the middle of renovating it into another multifamily—two apartments this time.”

“We still have a long way to go,” John said, “but playing in the upstairs living room right now is kind of like singing in the shower—terrific acoustics.

They all laughed, and Meg began to reconsider.
Perhaps I can do this,
she thought.
What better place to stay than with new friends, where my father is less likely to find me?

“Come on, Meg,” Candace said. “Say you’ll stay with us. You don’t want to be wandering around Nashville all by yourself in the middle of the night looking for a hotel, do you?”

“No,” Meg said, certain of that much. “And I’ll thank you in advance for your hospitality.”

“You’re welcome,” Mark said, toasting her with his beer.

“Oops,” Matt said, seeing the bartender’s signal. “We’d better get back to work.”

He and his brothers polished off their burgers and downed the rest of their beers then stood to head back to the stage.”

“Will you head home soon, darlin’?” Matt asked Mel, kissing her lightly.

“Probably. You can all come in the van, can’t you?”

“You betcha,” Luke said, kissing Candace. “We’ll see you at home.”

“You’ll walk them out?” Mark asked Bart.

“Of course. Don’t worry about it. You get back to work.”

Mark grinned, dropped a kiss on Addy’s lips then followed his brothers back to the stage.

Meg and the others stayed through another set then the four women headed out to Mel’s car, which they told her was parked not far away. Bart escorted them as promised—as Meg learned was his habit.

They left the confines of the bar, and Meg breathed deeply of the warm night air. Even without the cigarettes, the place had been stuffy, and it felt good to be outside. They went to the corner and turned right, presumably headed to Mel’s car, though it was much darker off the main street, and she couldn’t see a thing. Then suddenly, three huge shadows separated from the wall.

“Hey, there! How come you got four women, and we ain’t got none?”

“Oh, let me count the reasons,” Candace hissed under her breath.

“Easy, darlin’,” Bart said, shifting Meg to the outside of him. “Just get to the car.”

“He asked you a question, old man!” another of the shadows growled. Then they moved away from the wall, and Meg could see three burly men, dressed in cowboy attire and reeking of alcohol.

“You don’t want to mess with these ladies,” Bart said on a growl. “Their husbands won’t like it.”

“Well, I don’t see no husbands. Do you, Zeb?”

“Naw. I just seen one old man.”

“He’s has to be kidding,” Meg muttered.
Bart old?”

“Just get in the car,” Bart said.

They had reached a light-colored midsized sedan, and Mel was unlocking the doors.

“I don’t think so!” the third man sneered.

Meg braced herself, knowing she would be useless if there was going to be a fight, but there was a sudden roar right next to her, where Bart had been standing. She yelped and jumped away, but Mel was there to catch her and bundle her into the back seat, her bag and violin quickly following. The wash from the interior light of the car reflected briefly on a tawny hide as it streaked away, and she heard something that sounded like the scream of a big cat.

“Get in the car, Candace!” Mel was shouting, and Candace jumped in the back seat, forcing Meg to the other side. The back door slammed, and Candace hit the lock, but Mel—who had run around the front of the car—had only opened her driver’s side door. She just stood there, peering into the darkness, where low growls and sounds of a scuffle continued.

Then as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Bart appeared out of the darkness, his arm wrapped around Addy’s shoulder.

“Get in the car, darlin’,” he said, opening the front door for her.

“Maybe I should come back with…”

“You go on home.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, kissing her on her hair.

Without further argument, he handed Addy into the car and closed the door behind her.

“Go on, now, Melinda,” Bart said, coming around the hood of the car to hand her into the car, too. “I’ll be fine. You just get on home.”

“You be careful. Hear?” she said, standing on her toes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Don’t worry. They’re out like a light. Drunk as they are, they won’t even remember this in the mornin’.”

“You get one or two of the boys to go with you to get the van, later,” Mel said sternly. “Don’t you dare go out alone.”

“I won’t, darlin’. Now go.”

Without another word, Mel hopped in the car, closed the door, and in seconds, they were on their way.
 

On our way to where?
Meg asked herself.
And now what?

The others were quiet, and Meg wondered if they could hear her heart pounding.

“Are you okay?” Candace asked after a moment, her voice tiny in the darkness.

“I think so,” Meg said, though her voice shook.

She felt Candace’s hand close on her own and was somewhat comforted to feel the other woman was trembling, too.

She thought back to what she had seen in the bar—and what she
thought
she’d just seen on the street—and reached an unexpected conclusion.

“It’s the eyes, isn’t it?” she said, unable to keep the wonder out of her voice.

“Yes,” Mel said. “They’re all ‘Shifters.’”

“Bart was…”

“He and the boys all become bears,” Mel said. “It runs in the family.”

Meg couldn’t miss the smile in her voice.

“Addy?” she asked, fairly certain the woman had not become a bear.

“I…”

“Addy becomes a mountain lion,” Candace said, when Addy didn’t finish. “She’s probably the only one in her whole family, though, so it’s harder for her. Right Addy?”

Meg saw Addy nod in the darkness and then take a deep breath.

“If you’ll feel more…comfortable staying with Mel or Candace, I’ll understand.”

Meg heard the sadness in Addy’s voice, and her heart went out to her new friend. Reaching forward, she laid a hand on her shoulder.

“If it’s all the same to you, Addy, I’ll feel safer with you until the boys get home.”

Mel chuckled.

“You’re all right, Meg. I think I’m going to like you. A lot.”

“Me too,” Candace said, patting Meg’s shoulder.

Addy looked at her, and Meg could see the other woman’s smile as they passed under a streetlight.

“I think I already like all of you,” Meg said, leaning back in her seat. “I can’t even imagine where I’d be tonight, if I hadn’t heard John’s fiddle from out on the street.”

“Let’s not go there, then,” Mel said firmly, pulling up at a red light.

“Do they have Shifters where you come from?” Candace asked.

“In New York City?” Meg thought for a minute. “Not that I know of, though there must be, I would think. I’ve heard about them, but I guess I didn’t really believe they were, well, real.”

“It would be hard for our kind in a really big city,” Addy said. “It’s hard enough in Nashville.”

“Don’t worry,” Mel said, patting Addy’s leg then accelerating as the light turned green. “We’ll be heading back home for a spell over Easter. You can get your mountain fix, then.”

“Where is home?” Meg asked.

“Eastern Tennessee,” Mel said. “Both north and east of Knoxville.”