Chapter 20: Not A Date

“So, let me get this straight,” Roxy takes a sip of her beer. “You made this lasagna yourself, with all organic ingredients, and your dad won’t eat it because it got a little jostled?”

I lean against Roxy’s worn kitchen counter, holding my own beer in my hand, looking at Roxy’s short, black fingernails running up and down the neck of the beer bottle.

“The medicines he is on for his back and leg have made his appetite weird,” I explain, taking a sip of beer myself.

“Look, we all have had sh*t happen to us, forgive my French,” Roxy puts her beer bottle down on the counter for effect and steps closer to me. “What happens to us isn’t our fault, but it is our responsibility to deal with it in a good way.”

I’m too close to Roxy, the smell of cinnamon and amber encircles me, and my Lycan senses spike.

“He’s doing what the doctors say,” I offer some defense.