He chuckled. “I told you before, Luna, youcan’t have everything you want. I’m sure Cujo here is not forsale.”
Jamie reached for her dog, glowering atGrayson. “No, he’s not for sale.” Neither am I, for thatmatter.
Grayson’s amused expression only served tofuel the rage that burned inside. He took her dog from Luna andhanded him to her.
She didn’t thank him. “Bye, Luna. It waslovely to meet you.” Jamie plonked Cujo in her handbag andmade a rapidexit.
In the spacious hallway, she almost bumpedinto a tall woman shouting at an elderly lady, who despite herlimp, was following the younger woman, tugging at her arm. “Leaveme alone, you lame bitch. If I want to speak to Grayson, Iwill.”
“He doesn’t want to see you, Imogen,” said the elderlywoman.
“He’ll want to see me all right.” Her stepsfaltered when she saw Jamie.
Her face turned to stone. If looks couldkill, Jamie would have been a pile of ashes on the floor withinseconds.
The woman, Imogen, emitted an animal-like grunt, her eyespredatory. “Who the fuck are you?”
Cujo growled from inside her handbag. Her dognever growled at anyone, but she didn’t blame him. Who did thiswoman think she was, speaking to her like that?
Grayson appeared from the kitchen. “Imogen. I thought I heardyour dulcet tones.”
“I’m sorry, Grayson,” said the older lady.“She barged straight in.”
“It’s fine, Alice.” He spoke to Imogen. “Whatdo you want now?”
“You can start by telling me whothatpiece of trash is.” She flashedanother evil glare in Jamie’s direction, while she stood there likea spare part, having no idea what was going on.
“She’s no one,” he told her.
Her cue to leave. Jamie headed for the frontdoor.
“She works for a dating agency and washelping me sign up,”Grayson continued.
Jamie hesitated. Why would he say that whenthey had done no such thing?
“A dating agency?” Imogen scoffed. Sheelbowed past Jamie and wrapped her arm around Grayson’s huge bicep.“Grayson, darling, we had a teeny, tiny disagreement, that’s all.”She rubbed herself against him, her crimson fingernails tracingpatterns on his chest.“Why would you want to join a silly little dating agency when youhave me?”
Clearly the pair had history—history that wasnone of her business.
Jamie regarded Imogen. Tall, with legs upto her armpits, blonde hair and big boobs. The completeopposite ofher.
Well, the woman was welcome to him. The awfulpair were perfect for each other.
She acknowledged the older woman—Alice, he’dcalled her—held her head high and darted out of Beckett Hall asfast as she could in her high heels.
Chapter Three
Grayson grabbed Imogen’s hand—noting those hideous paintedfingernails of hers he’d never liked—and shook off her vile pawingof his arm. “I thought I made it clear yesterday, Imogen. We’reover.”
“Darling, you don’t mean that,” shereplied, her nasally voice going right through him.
He flicked his wrist in the air like shewas an irritating fly he sought to swat. If only it was that easyto get rid of her. He thought she would have taken the hint whenhe’d mentioned the dating agency, but no, she was still indenial. He needed to put thingsstraight with her, once and for all.
Outside, Jamie’s car wheels spewed up thegravel outside Beckett Hall in her haste to get away from him, andhe didn’t blame her after his unforgivable behaviour.
Grayson turned to his aunt. “I left Luna in the kitchen, Alice.Would you mind fixing her a drink, please? I need to speak toImogen in private.”
Alice’s face took on that concernedexpression she was so good at. “Are you sure you’re okay,Grayson?”
He nodded, but no, he wasn’tall right. At that moment, hehated himself.
His aunt regarded him for a few seconds, thentottered off to the kitchen. He frowned. Her limp was gettingworse.
Taking a deep breath, he focused on oneconcern at a time. Imogen first. “I’m sorry, Imogen,but I’m done with all thedrama. We’re finished. We have been for a long time.” He reallycouldn’t make it any clearer.
Imogen flung her arms around his neck andburied her head in his chest. “No, please, Grayson, I’ll tryharder, I promise.”
He peeled off her arms, holding her wrists. “No, it’s toolate.”
She looked up at him, squeezing her eyelidsand blinking as if she was trying to make tears appear when thewoman was incapable of any kind of emotion.
Whatever had he seen in her?
“Is there someone else?”
“No.” Grayson’s gaze flitted to the openfront door. Jamie’s car was long gone.
Imogen’s face hardened. “Surely you can’tfind that bitch who just left attractive?” she spat out. “She’swhat, two feet tall? And a human, of all things.”
The vindictiveness in her tone kicked in a sudden need to protectJamie. Imogen could be a nasty piece of work when she wanted tobe.
“No, Imogen, I don’t find her attractive,” helied.
Stunning more like, even with her brightorange face. Her eyes… Wow, her eyes. Big and beautiful, like glistening emerald pools hewanted to dive right into and never come up for air. No woman,werewolf or otherwise, had ever made him weak with desire with onedefiant look. She was feisty, he’d give her that, and he’d neverlet anyone speak to him the way she did, but something about herintrigued him.
Then he’d said something so insulting he’dmade himself sound like a right jerk.
“It didn’t look like that to me,” saidImogen. “What’s the name of the dating agency? I’ll see to it shegets the sack.”
Grayson bit down on his molars. His ex waslike the proverbial dog with a bone. “You won’t.” He had to find away to get her off the scent. “She’s just an employee. I invited her here to help mesign up to the agency, as I said before.”
“But why?”
“I need to find a mother for Luna.” Hopefullythat little white lie would send her running. “And we both knowyou’re not the mothering type.”
Imogen huffed. “You think you can find thatby joining a dating agency? Most people join those for one thingonly—the sex. I can give you that whenever you want. You know we’regreat in bed.”
She might think so, but for him it hadnever been more than going through the motions.
“Look, Imogen, what we had was…” Hesearched for the right word. A mistake. “Err… fun, but I have to think of the pack.
