Augusta wants to go to the Crossroads. At a bachelorette party for a cousin, she saw the man of her dreams, but he was on his way to wrap himself around a pole.
She gets herself off to the one place she can meet a man and find out if there is another man who sends her heart pounding.
Randal was filling in for one of the entertainers, and the moment he finished his set, he went in search of the woman with the sad eyes and the lush smile. He had no idea it would take him weeks, cost him every favour he was owed and take him into the lair of a very cranky cheetah, only to find out that his target had already flown the coop.
One way or another, he is getting his otter and taking her home.
Augusta sat in the back of the strip club and tried to think of the nine million places she would rather be. Bekka was enjoying her bachelorette to the hilt, and Augusta was caught in the awkward position of staring and trying not to look at the same time.
A scantily clad human came by with her drink, and Augusta sipped at it, focusing in on the bubbles that rose and burst on the surface.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
A low voice spoke next to her, and she jerked upright as she saw a man who was completely dressed in a white button-down shirt and low-slung jeans, crouching next to her. He had a bright grin, and it told her that he had spied her discomfort. The leather mask he was wearing made him more charming and slightly dangerous.
“I am having fun supporting my friend. She is enjoying the event.” She tried to make light of it, but she was squirming in her seat. She waved at the stage with one hand.
Bekka was up on stage riding one of the dancers and stuffing bills down the waistband of another.
“I see. She does look like she is having a good time.”
Augusta smiled at the wariness in his tone. “Yes, she does.”
With Leyline’s baby shower, Rayna’s reception and now Bekka’s bachelorette, Augusta was feeling very much the odd man out. The worst part seemed to be that her family expected her to live life alone.
Even Rayna was pressured to find a mate of her own, but no one asked Augusta what she wanted. It was a little disheartening to say the least.
“You seem like you would rather be elsewhere.” He cocked his head as if listening to the world around him.
His motion made her blink. She opened up her senses, and under the heavy perfume was the distinct scent of male shifter. He was gorgeous to start off with, but now, he was highly desirable.
“Sliding into a nice pond would be good.”
He jerked, and his head turned around just as the announcer called out for the ladies to applaud for the Handiest Man Alive.
He met her gaze for a moment before his music picked up, and he was forced to strut to the stage to the hoots and cries of dozens of women cheering for him to take it off.
Augusta had met a man she could actually fall for and he was peeling his clothing off one piece at a time. She stared into her soda with intense focus and wished for this night to be over.