Page 73 of Meant for Two

“You are sweet, Zane. I really need some time to think, but yes, Jeff pointed out that I would be safer in the loft, and I agreed to stay there.”

"Thanks. We’ll drop you off at the loft and leave,” Jeff said.

When she bit down on her lip, Zane’s cock hardened. Since her scent and Jeff’s were still new, Zane could tell how they’d spent the last few hours.

“It might be for the best since I might blab and tell Avery what I am.”

“That wouldn't be good,” Zane said. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

* * *

True to their word, Blair had been able to spend the night alone in the loft. She finally had the chance to relax in that amazing tub, and it was just what she needed. The solitude and hot water helped clarify her thoughts. She either needed to leave the men and dismiss the fact that she had her father’s animal blood in her, or she had to embrace the idea of being different and be with both men.

After a glass or two of wine, the decision had been easy. She wanted to be with Zane and Jeff. Jeff never said it exactly, but Blair sensed that he and Zane needed to be with her too.

“Ready to check out the Ranchero destruction?” Avery asked.

Blair was having a hard time not daydreaming about her decision. Her one regret was not being able to confide in Avery about this new revelation. “Yes.”

Blair picked up her pad of paper and camera in order to document what they needed to do to put the Ranchera Model home back into operation.

“Did the sheriff say anything about cleaning up the place?” Avery asked.

“Not that I recall. They might be waiting for us to decide what to keep and what to send to the dump,” Blair told her. “I’ll be at the homeowner’s association meeting tonight. I’ll ask him then. In the meantime, we should set aside the obvious things that need to go, and label the large items that have to be discarded.”

After Blair locked up the model home she worked out of, Avery drove the short distance to the Ranchero Model home.

“It doesn’t look too bad from here,” Avery said.

“True. At least they didn’t spray graffiti on the front of the house. Though I’ve heard that graffiti artists have a signature.” Blair studied the rest of the house. Many of the windows were covered in plywood. "I hope they repair the damage quickly."

"I'm sure Drew will take care of it as soon as possible." Avery cut the engine. “Let’s do this before my heart breaks completely.”

* * *

Blair didn’t know why she was nervous about going to the Homeowner’s meeting. Maybe it was because she’d be sitting next to Zane and Jeff. Jeff had called earlier to suggest she remain at the office until they picked her up. Since she had planned to stay there anyway, she had Avery pick up extra food at lunch, which she ate before attending the meeting.

“We’ll be sitting at the table in the front. That way we can answer questions,” Jeff said.

“Okay.” Blair didn’t want to cause any more distress to the men.

On the drive from the model home to the clubhouse, she didn’t discuss the elephant in the room. She had plans for that tonight—with both men.

Inside the clubhouse, Drew was already there, as were about twenty homeowners. She did not see the Hensleys, however. Hopefully, Mr. Hensley would show up at some point.

Jeff sat next to his father, and Blair was between Jeff and Zane. She recognized many of the owners, but some had moved in before she’d been hired.

The sheriff entered, ad strode down the aisle toward them, and sat next to Drew. She wanted to ask if he’d learned anything from the warden or his son Mason, but if there were other werewolves in the group, one of them might be able to overhear. For now, she’d be patient.

Minutes before the meeting was to start, the Hensleys arrived. If Mr. Hensley had anything to do with either theft, she would have expected them to sit in the back. Instead, they sat in the nearly empty front row.

Drew stood and explained what had happened in the community. “If any of you have knowledge of someone who drives an old blue truck, please let the sheriff know.”

One man raised his hand. “I drive an old truck for work, but I didn’t vandalize the model home.”

“I understand that George. You bring up a valid point.”