Alpha Omega 02 - Hunting Ground

see him in his eyes. “If you were in our hotel room, I’d never get anything done here for his fretting.” He looked at Tom. “You weren’t doing so well either.”
    Angus’s second started to smile. “You want Moira and me to take your lady out to play?”
    â€œIf Angus will let you.”
    Tom pulled out a cell phone. “I don’t think he’ll have any objection.”
    Charles narrowed his eyes at Anna. “This is important as well. You have the credit cards. I want you to use them.” He watched the refusal in her face—she didn’t feel part of him . . . part of them yet. His money was not hers, not to her.
    She was independent, and she’d spent at least the last three years almost too broke to feed herself. Money was more important to her—and spending someone else’s an impossible task. “You need clothes of all sorts. What we could get for you in Aspen Creek is not sufficient for this venue. Your status as my wife means you need clothes for formal occasions. Dresses, shoes, and all the trimmings.”
    She was still mutinous, but weakening.
    Tom put down his phone. “Boss says fine.”
    â€œAnd,” he said, “if you go shopping for the Christmas presents, I won’t have to.”
    She grinned suddenly at that—and he knew he had her. “Okay. Okay, fine. What are the limits?”
    Tom raised an eyebrow—that Charles handled the Marrok’s finances . . . and was very good at it, was pretty well-known.
    Charles tilted his head. “If you decide you want to buy a Mercedes, you might have to pull out both cards. Go. Conquer downtown Seattle so I don’t have to.”
    â€œBanished.” Anna sighed, but she couldn’t hide the humor that softened her expression as she gathered her jacket and purse. But he took her comment seriously.
    â€œNot permanently,” he said. “We’ll go and introduce you to Arthur more properly tonight. You’ll know Tom and Moira by the end of today. I think that if we keep you out of the auditorium today, everything will work itself out.”
    â€œTomorrow night Angus has invited everyone to our hunting grounds,” Tom said.
    Charles nodded. “That will be less formal, and everyone will be paying attention to the hunters. Give them some chance to observe you without staring and vice versa.”
    â€œWhere do you hunt?” she asked Tom. “By the airstrip?”
    Tom shook his head. “Angus has a pair of warehouses.”
    â€œIt’s cool,” said Moira. “He’s turned the whole thing into a maze—tunnels, lots of half stories and walls that can be moved to change it up. You’ll have a great time.”
    â€œWhat are we hunting?” Anna’s voice had lost the tautness of stress.
    â€œA treasure,” said Tom. “The exact nature of which is a surprise. We dragged stuff all over the warehouse yesterday.” He glanced down. “Wolves eat fast. If we’re going to leave, we ought to get out now.”
    Anna gave Charles a shy kiss on the cheek and strolled out of the room without a backward glance. Until she reached the doorway, and then, in full view of the curious who’d had the courage or discourtesy to linger in the auditorium after he’d dismissed them, she kissed her palm and blew it to him.
    And despite . . . or because of their audience, he caught it in one hand, and pulled the hand to his heart. Her smile dropped away, and the expression in her eyes would feed him for a week. And the expressions on the faces of the wolves who knew Charles, or knew his reputation, would make him laugh as soon as no one was watching. Keeping them off balance wasn’t a bad thing either.
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    SHE wondered that the cards Charles had given her hadn’t burned their way out of her purse from the blaze of frictional heat. They’d already dropped one load of shopping at the hotel and had just completed the last bit.
    â€œWe’re about halfway between the hotel and Angus’s offices,” she said. “Which way should we head?”
    â€œI’ll take you back to Charles,” said Tom.
    â€œIf you’re going to eat with that stuck-up Brit, you need to get ready,” advised Moira over the top of him. “Go to the hotel and start on it. You have a cell, your mate has a cell. If he doesn’t know where to find you, he can call.”
    Anna looked