Reflected (Silver Series) by Rhiannon Held

chance to realize it so viscerally as when he leaned in to kiss her.
    “Does that line work on South American girls?” Tom stuffed his hands into his pockets after closing the back door, but the way his strides ate up the distance across the yard spoiled his nonchalant act. “If you’re here to roam, go roam.”
    “Why do you care, Tom?” Felicia jerked her head away from Enrique and stepped out to block Tom before he could get too close to Enrique. Tom looked over her shoulder and tried to catch the other man’s eyes for a dominance contest anyway, but she held up her hand to block that too. “It’s not like he’s impinging on territory you wanted.”
    Tom’s eyes flicked to hers and then away. His mouth twisted like he’d bitten into something rotten and he turned away. “Fine. Whatever.”
    Felicia watched him slouch back across the yard, fighting a sick feeling in her stomach. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. She couldn’t have anyone watching her with Enrique too closely, though. It would soon become noticeable that they already knew each other. Besides, Tom going all hackle-y when he’d passed up that right was damn annoying.
    A chuckle behind her jerked her attention back Enrique. “He doesn’t appreciate what he’s passing up, if I understood that right,” he said. This time, Felicia smacked him. Enough was enough. She wasn’t going to be swayed by a gorgeous face and a bunch of empty compliments.
    He dropped his head, acknowledging the rebuke. “I would like to see the local sights, though. If you’d be willing to show me?”
    Felicia looked back at the house a final time. Tom was out of sight again, probably back at Silver’s side, dancing loyal attendance on his alpha. It seemed lazy to take the afternoon off, but other than filling out yet more applications, she could only wait around for calls for interviews. And she’d already sent an application this morning.
    Besides, Enrique would know how hard this job search thing was for someone raised European. It would be nice to talk to someone who actually understood. “Sure, I’ll show you around. There are a couple places worth seeing in human, we can do those first. Let’s go grab your bag from inside so no one thinks you’re planning to stay here, and we can explore Seattle.” She extended her hand to tug him along back to the house.

 
    7
    Death chuckled, and Silver frowned at down at him for a beat before she realized he was reacting to Felicia departing very much in the roamer’s company. She’d have thought that was a foregone conclusion, not worthy of his scorn. She raised her eyebrows at him. “Don’t you have less inevitable things to mock?”
    “Tom doesn’t think so.” Death strode to the side of the room where Tom’s wild self sprawled at the tame’s feet. The tame slouched against the wall, waiting in case she should need anything. Death nosed the wild self’s sandy-furred head, and it moved only slightly to the side before flopping its muzzle on its paws again. Silver winced. She promised herself she’d spend some time with him, maybe offer his wild self a good brushing, once she dealt with Portland. But before then, she needed his help.
    She crossed to Tom and stooped to give his wild self’s ears a ruffle. That self wasn’t dominant to feel it properly, but it still should soothe him subliminally. “I need you to call Dare so I can talk to him.” Craig and Portland were a problem Silver would have to solve on her own in his absence, but they could at least discuss strategy together.
    Tom nodded emphatically, some of the dejection going out of his muscles at the prospect of something helpful to do. It didn’t take long for a frown to creep back in as he held his hand up to his ear, however. “Lady damn it, it’s going straight to—” Tom cut off and his eyes flicked to Silver’s face. She knew the look of someone trying to phrase a concept so she’d understand. She gritted her teeth and tried not to let