Bite Me (London Undead) by PJ Schnyder Page B

risking infection to normals. Good intentions, bad decisions and a broken promise had left him mourning her.
    No.
    He would put his faith in himself and the pack, and destroy the walking dead.
    “Where are you going?”
    Seth snarled, his anger a living thing inside of him. “Out on patrol to burn some of this off until we have more information.”

Chapter Six
    Seth halted on the landing of the pack’s headquarters—a terraced house built in the 1780s identical to its neighbors in every regard save for the reinforced, sound-proofed cellars meant to keep newly changed werewolves safely confined. He imagined he looked like any other man, about to go off on an errand.
    A man dressed in naught but a trench coat and denims. He’d left off a shirt again.
    Broad daylight as it was, would Maisie mind?
    Was he going to see her?
    He’d thought to ring her up, not look in on her so soon. Was it too soon? It bloody well would be if he’d no reason to be bothering her in the middle of her day. She was likely busy. He’d no way of knowing.
    Stand around much longer and Danny was going to pop his head out to ask what all was going on.
    Cursing, Seth yanked his mobile out of his pocket and dialed a number.
    It took half a dozen rings before a tart voice answered. “Clinic.”
    The tension melted away at the sound of her voice.
    “Maisie.”
    “And who’s ringing me up, then?” Suspicion and spunk—that was his girl being cautious. Good.
    “It’s Seth.” Well, what else was he going to say? He didn’t really know why he’d called other than to hear her voice. “Wanted to see that you got a good night’s rest.”
    Awkward. She was going to think he was mad.
    “Oh.” Actually, pleasure seemed to infuse the one word, or maybe he was just hopeful. “I...um...I did. Thank you. And you?”
    “Well, yeah, I guess.” Damn, man, find your balls. “I had a bit on my mind and it might’ve made sleep a little frustrating.”
    She laughed. “I might remind you, you’re the one who put a stop to it.” A pause. “Though I appreciate why you said you did.”
    “And did you give some thought to it too?” The idea of her in his bed heated his blood in a completely different way.
    “I might have.” There was an answering heat in her tone, more encouraging than her light words.
    He wanted to see her, enjoy the color that must be rising up in her cheeks. Her scent would be turning musky about now and drive him out of his right mind.
    Ah hell, he was doing a good job of it all on his own.
    “I’d like to take you out for dinner again.” He’d like to lay a plump bunny at her feet and know she’d accepted him as a provider, but he’d settle for taking her to a nice restaurant. He’d convince her to accept him over time.
    “You don’t have to.” Maisie sounded distressed and his chest tightened. “I mean, it’d be nice to see you, either way. No need to buy me dinner. You’d be welcome to stop in at the clinic even.”
    He grinned. He might stop by sooner than she thought.
    Could be she wasn’t used to anyone spending money on her, his girl.
    She’d have to get used to it.
    He planned to spoil her silly. But telling her so might put her off, so he settled for a baby step. “I’m a big bad wolf, Maisie, and I eat a lot. If you wouldn’t mind watching me shovel a mountain of food into my gullet, your company would make a meal time more pleasant. I enjoyed talking to you over dinner last night.”
    “Oh. Well then, I enjoyed your company too.” She sounded flustered and pleased.
    Warmth spread through his chest.
    “I...uh...I have to go, Seth. We’ve got a patient in the waiting room.”
    Seth jolted out of his thoughts. “Oh. Course. I’ll be talking to you later, then.” Maybe dropping by the clinic, as in now, would be too soon.
    He seemed to be worrying a lot about what was “too soon.”
    He ended the call and cursed himself for acting like a wet puppy. It hadn’t been so long. How did men manage to