Read The Mane Attraction Online
Authors: Shelly Laurenston
The Mane Attraction (2 page)
“You can’t make me go in there,” she said as the giggling and laughing became louder and more hysterical.
He turned to face her. “Not still holding that punch over her head, are you, Sissy?”
“No. And stop reminding me about that.” Sissy and the bride had a colorful history from years past, and Mitch took delight in torturing Sissy with it.
She stepped closer and whispered, “They’re all so ... so ...”
“Girly?”
“Golden Retrievery.”
Mitch laughed and continued to drag Sissy toward the door. “You guys are family now. That means you help out.”
They stopped in front of the open double doors and stared in fascination at the suite full of wild dogs chanting, “Jess! Jess! Jess!”
And Jess, in wild dog form, chased her tail in circles over and over and over again.
Mitch glanced at Sissy, and she didn’t even bother to hide her embarrassment.
“Well,” he pushed. “Get on in there.”
She pulled her hand away. “There has got to be a bar around here somewhere.” She walked off, and Mitch turned back to Jess. She’d stop spinning, but now she stumbled all over the room because she was dizzy.
As she sat down hard, her legs going out from under her, the other wild dogs caught sight of Mitch.
“Mitch!” they all cheered, and grinning, Mitch walked inside.
Sissy walked up to her best friend, throwing her arm around Ronnie Lee Reed’s neck. “Did you scout the area?”
“Yup. Two full bars in the front of the ballroom, two in the back, and three others scattered near the gaming and karaoke rooms.”
“Karaoke?” Sissy shuddered. “Make it stop.”
“Yeah. But there’s Texas Hold ’Em and blackjack in the gaming room.”
“Thank the Lord for small favors.” She glanced around. “Seen the old heifer?”
“I haven’t seen
either
old heifer in a while. But you know how they like to stalk their prey, waiting until we’re at our most vulnerable before pouncing.”
either
old heifer in a while. But you know how they like to stalk their prey, waiting until we’re at our most vulnerable before pouncing.”
“I’m in hell, Ronnie Lee. Absolute hell.”
Her momma had been in town for three weeks ... three of the longest weeks in Sissy’s entire life. She didn’t know what was up her momma’s ass, but the woman had been riding Sissy from the day she’d arrived in New York, and Sissy’s patience was running thin.
“At least your momma clearly states what her problems are with you. Mine just keeps sighing at me and shaking her head.”
“I don’t know. After the last three weeks of constant Janie Mae chatter, disappointed sighs sound pretty good. And when’s dinner? I’m gettin’ hungry.”
“Another half hour at least. Maybe you could go back up and gently coax the bride to dress faster.”
“I am not going back up there. You’re asking too much. Besides, Mitch is up there. He’ll get her to move along.”
Mitch held one end of the rope, and the wild dogs held the other. With one leg crossed over the other, he rested his left elbow on his knee and studied his nails.
“Pull!” They did, and Mitch didn’t budge.
“Ladies, aren’t you getting a little embarrassed by this?”
“No!” they all yelled. He wasn’t exactly surprised. African wild dogs had high embarrassment thresholds.
Jess, who hadn’t participated—this time—in the game of tug, sat down next to Mitch. She wore a satin robe and not much else.
“How you doing, beautiful?”
“Fine. Glad that part is over.”
He glanced at her flat belly and asked his daily question since finding out she was pregnant with Smitty’s love child, “And how’s Mitch Junior?”
Jess shook her head. “You have got to stop calling her that. Smitty will have your head.”
“But I love watching how red his face gets.” He looked at the clock on the wall. “You better get dressed. There’s still more to your day.”
She rolled her eyes. From what Mitch could tell, Jess hadn’t had much to do with arranging this wedding other than to insist on the Karaoke Room and no real flowers at the ceremony or the reception since she was violently allergic. From the flowers on the tables to the bride’s bouquet, all were fake flowers but so artfully done, he wouldn’t have known if someone hadn’t said something about it.
“I haven’t seen the other dress. Put it on, and I’ll see if I can give it the Mitch seal of approval.”
“Okay.” She glanced longingly at the rope and the She-dogs still attached to it.
“No, Jess. You can’t play tug.”
She gave a cute little growl before storming off. “My day my ass!”
“I knew you’d be back here. Hidin’.”
Sissy smiled up at her daddy. She wasn’t surprised he’d found her in the back of the kitchen, hiding in the room the staff used to take breaks. He knew his daughter better than most people realized. But they’d always been close. “You’re one of the few who don’t piss me off, Shug,” he used to tell her when she was only five. Bubba Ray Smith was a unique good ol’ boy, but Sissy loved her father and would destroy anyone who messed with him.
“I’m not hiding. I’m taking a much needed break.” She stood and hugged her father. “Hey, Daddy.”
“Hey, Shug.” He always called her that when they were alone. It was his pet name for her. He started off calling her Sugar, but when she’d turned four or so, he’d gotten lazy and shortened it to Shug. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m trying, Daddy. I really am. But she’s pushing me.”
Like always
.
Like always
.
“You gotta stop letting her get to you.” Her father pulled out the chair for her, and Sissy sat down, her father taking the chair next to hers. “She pushes you because she wants you to be the best.”
“The best at what? Matricide?”
“That ain’t funny, and you know it.”
It was kind of funny.
“You’re grown now, Shug. You can’t let her get to you anymore. You’ve got your own Pack, and you don’t even live at home anymore. Although I’d never stop you from moving back if ya want.” And she heard the hope in his voice. It broke her heart and made her feel very loved.
“You know I can’t come back, Daddy. Not to live.” She smiled. “But at least I’m in the States now.”
“Yeah. That’s true. And here I know my little girl’s safe.”
Yeah, her father still saw her that way. His baby girl. Sweet, delicate, his princess. Of course, everyone else knew better. And most women would be annoyed, wondering why their fathers didn’t see them as adults who could manage their own lives. That wasn’t her father, though. Sissy never felt like he thought less of her. He’d trusted her to handle most things when everyone else still treated her like a kid. So no matter where she went or how far away she was, she was Bubba Smith’s baby girl, and she always would be. It didn’t bother her because she didn’t doubt herself as a woman or a She-wolf. You couldn’t when you were Alpha. You couldn’t afford to.
“I was real worried you’d stay over there in Asia, and then I didn’t know what I’d do without my baby girl.”
Because God forbid the man would actually leave the country.
“What’s outside of America that’s all that interesting?” he’d grumble. The fact he was taking an actual vacation starting tomorrow still amazed her. Her mother must have had to work some major Lewis Mojo to make that happen.
“Do your old man a favor, Shug,” he said, taking her hand.
“Anything, Daddy.”
“Don’t get into it with your momma today. Promise me.”
“But—”
“Promise me, Sissy Mae.” Okay. He’d pulled out the full name. Not Shug or darlin’ girl or any of his other nicknames. So he was serious.
To Sissy’s surprise—and especially to her brother’s surprise—this wedding meant a lot to Daddy, and she wouldn’t ruin it for him. She’d simply avoid the heifer. Hell, she’d been doing it since grade school, what was one more day?
“I promise, Daddy.”
He leaned in close and kissed her forehead. “That’s my Shug.”
“Your tits will fall out.”
Jess blinked big, brown dog eyes at him. “What are you talking about?” She looked down at the sleeveless ivory dress she had on. Her ceremony dress had cost a small fortune. This one, specifically for the reception, cost a lot less. Like a mini fortune.
“I’ve seen you dance, Jess. Your tits are going to fall out.”
Jess took a step back and stretched her arms out. “Nipple check.”
The She-dogs surged forward and stared intently at the dress.
“I see nothing,” Sabina stated as if her word was the only one that counted. Sabina was Russian, Jess’s second in command and the one whom the pack had been named after, and she had the sexiest accent Mitch had heard in a while. “You are wrong,” she told Mitch.
“I’m not wrong.” He moved behind Jess, placing his hands on her sides. He lifted her up and shook her around for a few seconds. As he knew she would, Jess giggled like a six-year-old.
When he put her back down on the ground, the wild dogs took another look.
“Nipples, my friends,” May announced. Maylin was Mitch’s other favorite wild dog. Originally from somewhere in Alabama, she was cute, Asian, and thought he was “just a darlin’ sweetie!” Unfortunately both females were thoroughly mated. And they had a ton of kids each to prove it. What did one do with so many children? It’s not like you could put them to work in a factory to earn their pay—some considered that wrong.
“We have nipples,” May finished.
Mitch rested his chin on Jess’s shoulder and looked down. “How bad is it? I should examine the area closely. It’s all right, sweetie. I’m a cop.”
Jess reached back and slapped at his face. “You’re disgusting,” she laughed.
The dressmaker, who they had at the wedding for just such situations—
who can afford that?—
was summoned to the bride’s suite.
who can afford that?—
was summoned to the bride’s suite.
Mitch sat in a chair and watched them add matching satin straps to her dress so that it would stay up. Still sleeveless but much safer.
“Better?” Jess asked while she stood in front of him.
He leaned up and put his face right against her breasts. “Give me a moment to investigate.”
“Or,” a really angry voice snarled next to him, “I could tear your throat out now, and we can have a wedding
and
a funeral.”
and
a funeral.”
Without actually moving away, Mitch turned his head and looked into the angry wolf eyes of Bobby Ray Smith, Smitty to his friends.
“Don’t get mad at me because I’m only trying to be helpful.”
That got Mitch a flash of wolf fangs before Jess pushed Smitty away.
“If either of you get blood on my dress, there will be hell to pay,” she told them.
“Sissy Mae!”
Sissy turned from the bar and faced her most favorite aunts in the world. Her mother’s sisters, but she didn’t hold that against them.
Squealing, she threw herself into their arms, and her aunts hugged her and showed her she wasn’t a complete failure, no matter what her mother said.
“Look at you, darlin’ girl. Ain’t you as pretty as a picture!” her Aunt Francine, the oldest of the Lewis sisters, exclaimed.
“Thank you.” Her momma had told her to lose a few pounds. “I have to admit, I was afraid of what the wild dogs would come up with for the gowns. Especially when I saw Jessie Ann’s wedding gown.” It wasn’t that the bride’s gown wasn’t beautiful. But it probably fit in a bit better in the year 1066.
Leave it to Jessie Ann to go for the weird.
Sissy pulled back from her aunts.
“I like that color on you, though,” Francine told her. “Although brown at a wedding ...”
“It’s not brown,” Sissy explained because she’d heard it ten thousand times in the past six months. “It’s chocolate. Dark chocolate. Seventy-two percent—”
“Stop.” Francine held her hand up. “I can’t listen to any of that.”
Sissy laughed. “Leave it to Bobby Ray to catch himself a Jessie Ann.”
“Has she forgiven you?” Roberta, the next oldest, asked.
“She says she has, but I don’t believe her. I come in the room, she finds a way to leave it.”
“No one to blame but yourself on that, Sissy Mae.” Francine never let Sissy forget anything. “You tortured that little thing something fierce.”
“Torture is a harsh word. Accurate,” she added, “but harsh.”
Sissy smiled warmly at her Aunt Darla, the youngest of the sisters. “How’s my Uncle Eggie? I wish he’d come.”
“Aw, darlin’, you know better than that. My man is not good in crowds.” And Darla wasn’t much better.
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