Shifter Romance: BODHI (LOST CREEK SHIFTERS NOVELLAS Book 4)

by Samantha Leal

  “Hey,” she smiled as she leant over the counter and hugged him. “Where’s Dad?”

  “Out back,” Dean said. “Go tell him I need to step out for ten minutes, and he should be out here. Unless you want to fill in for me?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

  “No chance,” she laughed. “I do enough work around here.”

  “Yeah, right,” Dean gibed.

  Tammy made her way out to the back of the store and into the stock room. She found her dad on his hands and knees and in the middle of an inventory.

  “Hello, bug,” he smiled as she knelt down and hugged him. She held onto him a little longer that morning. The times when she felt a bit sorry for herself was when she missed her mother the most.

  “Hey, Dad,” she said into his neck.

  “And what do I owe the pleasure today?” He slapped his hands together to get rid of the dust from a stack of forgotten boxes.

  “Nothing, I just wanted to see you both,” she smiled. “Feels like forever.”

  “I think it was only Monday,” her dad laughed. “But I’m not complaining.”

  “How’s it been this week?” she asked, gesturing to the store.

  “Slow,” her dad said seriously. “I’m just not so sure how long we’re going to be able to keep this place afloat.”

  “Don’t say that, Dad.” Tammy felt her heart sink. “We’re always okay…”

  “Mmm-hm,” he murmured uncertainly. “I’m not so convinced this time.”

  The business had experienced problems in the past, and although she had been aware of them, Tammy usually stayed out of it. Her father was a proud man, and he didn’t like to admit when things weren’t going well. Tammy knew that something really must have been up for him to mention it, and it made her even more bummed out.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” Tammy asked cautiously.

  “No,” he smiled as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m not spending the only real day I get with my daughter being negative… Come on, tell me about your week.”

  Tammy’s mind instantly jumped to Lynx and the fact that she had been inside The Bleeding Bullet. But she knew she could never tell her father or Dean. It would be asking for trouble.

  “Oh, I haven’t been up to anything much,” she said lightly. “Just the usual… Work, chilling out, sleeping.”

  “Best way to be,” her dad winked and picked up his clipboard.

  “Dean needs to head out,” she said. “Want me to cover out front so you can work back here?”

  Her dad looked around at the mountain of stock on the floor and the boxes around his feet that seemed to be bursting at the seams.

  “If you wouldn’t mind?” he asked.

  “Of course not!” She hugged him again and made her way towards the door. “That’s what I’m here for!” She smiled brightly and walked back down the hallway to the front of the store.

  Her heart started to weigh heavy in her chest, and when she saw Dean, she held out her hands and shook her head.

  “Why didn’t you tell me things were bad here?” she whispered.

  “Oh, you know Dad,” Dean said dismissively. “He never wants to worry you.”

  “But maybe I could help… I mean, think of all of the people that come through the diner each day. I could be advertising somehow. I don’t know.”

  “Oh yeah, because how many folks passing through really need anything we have here?” he snorted. “It’s regular customers and people from town… That’s all we can hope for and all we’ve ever had.”

  She could sense the sadness in him too, and she knew why; whereas the town would always support each other and the businesses there, sometimes it just wasn’t enough. She doubted her dad had raised prices for over a decade, and with the cost of living rising each year, they were going to start struggling eventually.

  “You go and do what you need to,” Tammy said with a sigh. “I can watch over things here.”

  Dean slapped his sister affectionately on the shoulder and made his way to the front door.

  “I owe you one!” he called back to her. “Want anything from the store?”

  Tammy shook her head and watched him go. After losing her mother, she knew whatever adversity was thrown at her family, they could handle it… Maybe her dad would just have to break out of his comfort zone a bit and admit he needed to move along with the times.

  As she sat and toyed with the cash register, she began to daydream about hiring a designer and getting the store set up online so they could reach people throughout the country. There had to be ways they could revive the business and keep themselves afloat. Tammy was positive that they would be fine. She was just going to have to convince her dad to start thinking outside the box a little.

  Dean was back before she knew it, and they sat and chatted for half an hour before she headed back to see her dad and then decided it was time for her to head home.

  “Catch you later, boys.” She smiled and blew them a kiss.

  As she started on her slow walk home, she stopped and bought herself a magazine and an iced coffee. She wondered how Lexi was and if she would be hearing from her. She looked into her purse and checked her cell phone to make sure she hadn’t missed any calls, but all that was waiting for her was a text from Jamie asking her to come through on a favor…

  Jamie: Seeing as you bailed on me yesterday, please can you cover my shift tonight? X

  Tammy groaned but knew she owed her. She just ran out of there without any warning, and she didn’t have any other plans. She reluctantly placed the magazine into her purse and typed a hasty reply:

  Sure, I’ll be at the diner for 6pm x

  “So much for my lazy day,” she said aloud as she left Main Street and continued to the outskirts of town.

  ***

  As the evening came around, she found herself glad to be heading out and having something to do. Normally nights in alone were something that she relished, but after being so brutally dismissed by Lynx, she wanted to keep busy and not have time to think about the fact that she was twenty-five and unmarried.

  She drove to the diner in silence, and when she got there and saw that she was the only waitress working, she was relieved. There was only one chef in the kitchen, and she could tell it was going to be more than quiet. The owner Joe was sitting behind the counter, and he looked surprised when Tammy walked through the door.

  “Hey, you,” he smiled. “I thought I had Jamie on tonight?”

  “We swapped shifts,” she said. “She had something she needed to do...”

  “Ha, when doesn’t she?” he joked with a shake of his head.

  “Doesn’t bother me,” Tammy admitted. “I’m glad to be out of the house tonight. Nice just to have something to do and a place to go, you know?”

  Joe looked at her sympathetically, and she instantly wished that she hadn’t said it. It was like she was looking for a pity party.

  “Well,” he smiled, “I’ll leave you to it. We’ve had the quietest day on record, so I can only imagine tonight will be like a graveyard… But if the unthinkable happens and you’re inundated, just give me a call and I’ll be back to help out.”

  “Thanks, Joe,” she smiled as she started to refill some napkins. “Have a good night.”

  He waved at her as he left, and she watched him walk out to his truck.

  “Looks like it’s just you and me, Mick!” she called back to the chef, but he was too busy reading a book while stirring a pot of chili on the stove. He looked up at her and grunted with a nod and then went back to his copy of War and Peace.

  Maybe she would have been better off at home… There wasn’t a single person in the place, and she was already bored as hell. Without thinking she made her way to the jukebox and chose Madonna. As “Like a Prayer” blasted out, she decided to dance as she cleaned the tables. If she didn’t have Jamie to keep her busy or any customers to serve, she may as well have a little bit of fun…

  6.

  After two hours of
boredom and only one customer, Tammy was actually debating calling Joe and asking if she could close early. Mick hadn’t moved from his station in the back and was still glued to the book he hadn’t put down since the second she walked in there. She sat on one of the stools at the counter and watched the news. Even though she could see the images and hear the words, she wasn’t taking any of it in. She glanced at the clock, and it said it was nearly 9:00 pm. She thought of the long night stretching out ahead of her and wished she had just told Jamie she would cover for her another time. Then she remembered the magazine she had bought and left on her coffee table. She put her head in her hands and groaned with a little laugh at her luck.

  Just when she was going to resign herself to a night of virtual insanity through boredom, she heard the familiar growl of a bike out in the parking lot and her fists clenched. In the back of her mind, she was praying that it was Lexi and King, and that for some reason they had gone back to Tammy’s apartment and found that she wasn’t there and had come looking for her. But there was also a part of her that knew the second she heard the engine exactly who it would be. She swallowed hard and her heart began to pound so violently she could hear the blood pumping through her ears.

  The engine of the motorcycle ceased and she looked ahead at Mick who had peered away from his book for a moment, trying to see who was outside. Tammy was desperate to turn, but at the same time she couldn’t. If she did and it was him, what on earth would she do?

  As her heart raced with anticipation, she tapped her foot against the counter and bit the corner of her lip. She heard the crunch of boots on the gravel outside and the thud of them coming up the steps before the creak of the door and the ting of the bell. When she finally had the nerve to turn on the stool and face the door, her heart was already in her mouth…

  He stood there with those gorgeous blue eyes, a smile that would melt even the coldest heart, and in his silver-ring-adorned hand, he held a single red rose.

  Tammy looked at him in disbelief and shook her head.

  Lynx walked forward, his whole presence filling the diner with so much power she didn’t know where to look. She couldn’t meet his gaze, she was too hurt, too humiliated… All she could do was stare at the way his chest heaved under the vest he was wearing and the ripple of his muscles. She had been so enamored the night before that she hadn’t even noticed the tattoos across his knuckles and the ring in his ear. As he approached her, she found herself wanting to get up from the stool and take cover behind the counter. She wanted to make him pay for what he had done, to make him as embarrassed as she had been. But instead she looked up and allowed her eyes to lock with his, and in an instant she was claimed.

  “What are you doing here?” she tried to say angrily.

  Lynx sat down next to her and lay the rose on the counter.

  “I came to apologize,” he said seriously.

  Tammy looked at him deep in the eyes to try and gauge his sincerity. He seemed completely genuine.

  She got to her feet and turned her back to him. She walked to one of the booths in the corner and cleared the condiments and cutlery away to busy her hands.

  “I know you’re mad at me,” he said. “And I really am sorry.”

  She ignored him again and walked around the back of the counter so there was a barrier between them.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for,” she said sternly. “We were only talking for what, half an hour? You didn’t do anything.”

  He looked hurt at her dismissal. “I acted out of line,” he said, “And I want to make it up to you.”

  He picked up the rose and held it out to her. It was such a strange sight—this huge, dangerous man with his big strong hands clutching such a delicate flower. It was almost poetic. The rose could easily have been Tammy, ready to get crushed right there in his palm.

  She didn’t reach out and take it, but he didn’t lay it back down, either.

  “We had a connection,” he continued. “Something instant. I’m sorry for suddenly going cold.”

  Tammy scrunched up her lip and tried not to look fazed.

  “I’ll explain it all to you, but I wanted to come down here and apologize and let you know that I want to see you again. I want to take you out, properly…” he trailed off and his eyes moved over Tammy’s shoulder and into the kitchen.

  She turned to see what had caught his attention, and it was Mick, his eyes wide, listening to their every word. Tammy shooed him away and then turned back to Lynx. She could tell that he was certainly sorry.

  “I’ll think about it,” she said sternly, and then she turned and went back to the register, where she picked up her pen and notepad. “Now, can I get you something to eat or drink, sir?”

  A wicked smile flashed over Lynx’s lips. “How about a beer?” he asked.

  “Coming right up,” Tammy grinned cheerily.

  She unscrewed the cap on the beer and passed Lynx the bottle. When he took it from her, he kept hold of her hand and placed the rose inside of her fist.

  “I’m not leaving here until you accept this,” he said with his gruff voice. “And believe me, I mean it. I’ve never got a woman flowers before.”

  Tammy felt herself blushing, and he seemed to like it when she went shy on him. His lip curled with delight and his grip tightened around her wrist. As they looked into each other’s eyes, all of the passion and lust from the night before came flowing back, and Tammy could barely stand it. Her heart was pounding and she couldn’t look away, but she knew he was bad for her… How could she play his games and possibly win?

  “Thank you,” she whispered as she held the rose up to her face and breathed in its sweet scent.

  “No,” he smiled. “Thank you, for giving me a second chance.”

  “Well, I haven’t agreed to that yet,” Tammy said playfully. Lynx seemed to find it funny—he cracked a huge smile and looked down at the beer bottle before taking a deep swig.

  “I can tell you’re going to be the type to keep me on my toes,” he said.

  “Really?” Tammy was genuinely surprised. “I actually think it’s going to be the other way around…”

  Lynx winked at her and sipped his beer.

  “What time do you get off?” he asked hungrily.

  “I’m here for the rest of the night,” she said with disappointment.

  “Close early? I’ll take care of your boss for you…” Lynx suggested.

  As soon as he said it, all Tammy could think of was Marv and Red X and how Candy said one of the bikers had been there threatening him.

  “No!” she said defensively. “My boss is a good man… I don’t need him bullied, thank you.”

  “Hey,” he held up his hands. “Relax… I just meant I’d think up an excuse for you, that’s all.”

  Tammy felt embarrassed yet again. She had to stop jumping to conclusions. She was obviously getting him all wrong.

  “Okay,” she said finally. “I could close in say, two hours?”

  Lynx looked up at the clock on the wall and got to his feet.

  “I’ll be back for you at midnight,” he said with a wink. He walked slowly towards the door and out into the dark with so much swagger it was almost overpowering.

  As she saw him leave, her whole being seemed to be tingling with electricity. Her head was swimming with excitement, and all she wanted to do was scream and clap her hands with joy. She turned to the only other person capable of sharing this moment with her, but Mick was just looking at her with a judgmental expression.

  “Those bikers are trouble, girl,” he said matter-of-factly. “Better take care of yourself.”

  She dismissed him instantly and grabbed her purse before going into the ladies’ room. She was going to need all the time she had before he came back at midnight to prepare…

  ***

  In the restroom, she flipped her head upside down and managed to add volume to her hair with the hand dryer. When she rooted through her purse, she found that she had several bits of make-up han
ging around in there, including the same pink lipstick she had worn earlier that day. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she had to remind herself that he had seen her at work and still wanted to ask her out, so surely he wasn’t expecting her to look exceptional. Her confidence was going up and down like a rollercoaster… One moment she felt on top of world and ready to open her heart and her mind to a new relationship, and the next she was questioning everything. She couldn’t understand what a man like him could possibly see in her when he was used to such a crazy lifestyle, but then a little voice at the back of her mind told her that maybe that was the point. Maybe he saw something genuine and safe in Tammy… Someone innocent, reliable, and kind.

  “Just keep your feet on the ground,” she told herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had never been one for giving self pep talks, but she figured if she was ever going to do it, this was as good a time as any.

  She opened the door to the restroom and strode strongly back into the restaurant. It was almost midnight, and she couldn’t wait a moment longer.

  “Okay, Mick,” she called back to the kitchen. “Shut it all down. We’re getting out of here.”

  Mick rolled his eyes but started to close down the kitchen. Tammy turned off the lights one by one. She locked the front door and turned the sign to say they were closed.

  “Don’t you think Joe will be mad?” Mick asked nonchalantly.

  “It’s only an hour,” she said. “It’s been dead all evening.”

  “I guess.” Mick grabbed his coat and headed for the back door. “Oh, and Tam,” he said. “Don’t worry, your little secret is safe with me.”

  She smiled sheepishly and waited for him to leave. She didn’t know whether he had meant it genuinely, or as a bribe or a threat, but she didn’t care. As she closed up the diner and locked the back door, she could sense that she was on the verge of something big, and she couldn’t wait to find out what lay ahead.