Amber: July: Mystic Zodiac, Book 7 by Brandy Walker Page A

finally got a peek at her boss.
    Frost stood with his thick arms crossed over his chest. A half grin lifting one side of his face. Anyone looking at him now would never believe his bear had been ready to roll to the surface with one wrong move from Andreas.
    “I still can’t let you behind the bar,” Frost said.
    Amber wasn’t up for another showdown between the two men. She slapped her hand on the bar in front of two of her regulars. Their heads snapped in her direction. With a little of her own mystical skill, she dropped her voice a notch and infused the Siren into her words. “That’s fine. Pete and Dave were just moving, weren’t you?” She nodded her head and waited for them to agree. It didn’t take but a second for it to happen.
    She smiled and looked back over at Frost. “There. Now Andreas and Theo can sit at the bar.”
    Frost’s easy laugh had the patrons, who had probably been hoping for a fight, going on about their business. Theo plopped down in one of the stools and waggled his eyebrows. “Thanks, doll.”
    Amber waited for Andreas to sit. Butterflies took flight in her stomach the longer he stood there facing Frost. There wasn’t much else she could do, other than freezing the entire bar and trying to physically move him. He’d know she was doing it too. People were aware of what went on during a Pág o ma and she didn’t think he would appreciate her interference.
    Amber found her gaze going to Theo. If she could get his help, maybe they could stave off a war.
    He chuckled under his breath and shook his head. He didn’t seem worried at all about the other two men. “It’s fine.”
    She didn’t know why, but she believed him.

    A ndreas kept his eyes on Frost, waiting to see what he would do next. It came as a slight surprise when the man came up behind him. Normally, no one could approach Andreas without him being aware of it. It told him how much his mind was elsewhere.
    “You don’t plan on taking her away, do you?” the other man asked, eyeing him skeptically.
    Andreas was shaking his head no before he could even form the word. “No.”
    “Good. She’s one of my best, and I’d hate to lose her.”
    “Is that all?” Andreas couldn’t help but wonder what kind of relationship they had. He could feel the bond between them, and it was more than friends but less than lovers. At least it was now.
    “She’s a good friend as well. Nothing else.”
    Yeah, that was what he felt coming from the big bear. He gave a quick nod before spinning around. Amber jerked in surprised. Those beautiful eyes of hers rounded briefly. He wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a hot, possessive kiss. Her lips were cool and wet against his. A result of her licking them and the air conditioning pumping through the place. He dipped into her mouth, tasting her. Needing to consume her passion. Feel her acceptance of him and that of his wolf.
    He doubted she understood the scents and vibes she gave off. Her arousal was an aphrodisiac. Her need for him a drug. It fueled him as a man, and soothed him as a wolf.
    Catcalls started to echo around them and as much as it pained him, he knew he needed to pull back. Turning around, he nodded to Frost and took a seat next to Theo.
    A couple seconds ticked by before Amber shook her head and the pleasure, lust-filled glaze in her eyes slipped away. He caught the soft brightening of her cheeks right when she turned away.

Chapter 11
    July 5th – Sunday 0200
    A mber wiped down the bar one last time and cast a glance at Andreas. He sat on his bar stool, the one she’d evicted a couple of regulars from, talking to Frost. Andreas had been there the entire night and not one soul bothered her.
    She strained to hear what they were saying, but it was no use. Their deep, hushed voices were too low to discern anything. If only she had that fabulous wolfie hearing like her mate. No. Not his mate, she chastised herself. I’m not a fucking wolf, and he’s