Marie Harte - A Matter of Pride

Cougar Falls, Montana

A door slammed. Swearing, snarls and spitting hisses pierced the early morning quiet of what promised to be a beautiful summer day. Life in the pride was never dull, but today looked to be especially interesting.

Whistling, Dean Chastell grabbed a cup of coffee and reveled in the comfort of having such a close-knit, loving extended family.

Son of a bitch! Im going to kick your ass, Chastell! Miles Bermin, fellow shapeshifter and current Catamount Ranch guest, had been using the shower upstairs because the water heater in his cabin wasnt working.

At least, not since Dean had tampered with it.

Miles? From upstairs, Burkes deep voice sounded rusty. What the hell? Its not even seven yet. Great, now Burke would be in a bad mood. Deans oldest brother and pride leader wasnt exactly pleased with him lately. Not after yesterdays mess with the gray wolves.

The mangy bastards.

Dean decided it might be prudent to leaveand fastbefore he was discovered, and bumped into a troublesome gray wolf on his way out the back door.

Where are you off to so early? Monty GrayClaw, the only wolf in the pride, yawned and stretched as he entered the house. I thought today was your day off.

Dean shrugged and put down his coffee. Just thought Id get in a few

Burkes laughter echoed through the house. Holy shit. Is your hair blue?

Monty blinked. Your brothers up early. This cant be good. And whos he talking to?

Yeah, its blue, Miles roared. I have business to attend to today, not to mention a date later this evening. And fucking blue hair?

Montys grin stretched across his lips. Nice.

Like Dean, Monty didnt particularly care for the snotty cats visiting from Miami. They tolerated the females well enoughmostlybut Miles was a huge pain in the ass at the best of times. It didnt help that the women in town thought he walked on water.

Dean did his best to look innocent, and failed miserably when Monty started laughing. Loudly.

Footsteps pounded overhead. Miless scent drew closer, robust with the heat of rage. Considering the dude had a few inches on Dean, as well as a surprisingly muscular frame under the stupid designer suits he often wore, Dean decided to make haste. He inched past Monty toward the door.

Id hurry if I were you. Monty nodded for him to go.

Deciding avoidance made sensebecause who wanted to fight so early on a gorgeous Friday morningDean slipped outside and into his truck. He turned the key and shifted into reverse when the passenger door opened.

Christ, wasnt one of them enough to deal with today? He stared in dismay at the most beautifuland annoyingwoman hed ever had the misfortune to know. Not now, Stacey. Im late for work.

You have today off. Miless sister just stood there looking finer than fine.

Come on. I have things to do. Shut the door and move away.

He inched the truck back. Any second now Miles would be out the door

I need a ride into town. She glanced behind her at the back door and frowned.

Fuming because he had two choicesgive in to the princesss demands or suffer Miless wrathhe leaned across the passenger seat. What did you say?

When she leaned closer to respond, he grabbed her by the collar and yanked her inside. She yelped as she tried to right herself, while he gassed the truck and lurched back just as Miles Bermin tore through the back door of the house, dripping wet and wearing nothing more than a towel and blue hair.

Get back here, you son of a bitch!

Stacey swore as the car door slammed, barely missing her pricey skirt. She stared out the front window and gasped. Oh my God. Is Miless hair blue?

Miles had made one too many comments about Deans love life at dinner last night. It was one thing for the rest of the pride to joke about him being the last standing Chastell without a mate, but when Miles said it, he sounded insulting. A lot like his sister. Dean regarded Stacey out of the corner of his eye, wishing he could turn off his attraction to her.

Whipping the wheel to turn the truck around, Dean jumped on the gas and tore down the dirt driveway. He kept his gaze half on the drive and half on the rearview, making sure Miles didnt decide to go for broke and hunt his ass down. But all the while he remained painfully aware of the woman next to him.

Hed dated his share of women. Had never hurt for girlfriends or a companion on a Saturday night. But none of them held a candle to Stacey Bermin. Part of the Miami pride temporarily staying at the Catamount Ranch, Stacey represented every fantasy of feline perfection hed ever had.

Long golden hairnot blond or brown, but white spun with goldlay in soft waves over her shoulders. A strand curled above her breast, drawing his attention to the generous swell cupped by what was no doubt an expensive lacy bra under her blouse. The woman designed clothes for a living and looked like a professional model. Today she wore spiked heels with some kind of leopard printwhich he hoped to hell was fakea short khaki skirt and a silky shirt that brought out the blue of her eyes. Like her brother, she had looks that attracted attention no matter where she went. And when she dressed like that, people stopped to stare. She was that hot.

Problem, Jethro? she asked in that haughty voice that set him on edge and got him hard in a heartbeat.

He thickened a hick accent to annoy her. Its Gomer, darlin. Just wondering why youre out of the house without protection.

Its been a month. If Lex was going to pull something, hed have done so by now.

Maybe. Then again, with what theyd heard about the Ac-taw down South, the shapeshifting scum might be lying in wait, just itching for a chance to kidnap and torture the Bermins one at a time.

Besides, Im with you. Stacey sniffed. No doubt if theres a problem, you can call Burke or Grady for help.

As if Dean couldnt handle a few scraggly Florida cats by himself. He forced himself to ignore yet another insult. So heres another question for ya. Why are you dressing like a hooker on a Friday morning? Got a hot date over eggs and bacon at the Foxs Henhouse? Cause thats where were headed.

Not that I agree with you, but really, hooker? If anything, Id go with high-class call girl. She frowned. And even that turned him on, the way her light-colored brows furrowed, wrinkling the baby-fine skin of her siren face. I thought you were going into Whitefish.

Nah. Gradys got that covered. His older brother had this mornings tour group because hed switched with Dean for the weekend. Now that Grady had mated his own spirited cat, hed turned into a real homebody. Of course, if Dean found someone as nice and pretty as Gabby Easton, hed have done the same.

He gave Stacey another discreet once-over, wondering what she might be like if she could keep her mouth closed, or at the least go for ten seconds at a time without saying something mean. He counted silently to eight before she parted her lips. He sighed.

Any reason you can think of that my brotherwho has a meeting in another three hours with an investment firm interested in expanding our designs out Westwould have dyed his hair blue today?

Inwardly, Dean cringed. Okay, so it hadnt been the best time for a little revenge on the snot staying with them. Temporarily, he kept reminding himself. Although Staceys sisters seemed to have settled in right nice, Stacey and Miles acted like theyd rather be anywhere but Cougar Falls.

No idea. Maybe he wants to impress Juneau Jacobs? Heard he has a date tonight. Juneau was a sweet bear who could do so much better than Miles.