Owen (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 2) (39 page)

The trip to the kitchen was short enough that Delphine’s worries didn’t have time to take over her mind but long enough that they still planted seeds of doubt and panic. Everyone else was already seated at the table, their expressions containing various levels of exasperation.

“I just want to say before we get started,” Hyde said, “that the fact that none of us realized that this was going to happen is, in hindsight, frankly embarrassing. I would also like to add that under no circumstances are the two of you allowed to procreate while I’m alive.”

Dominic nodded seriously.

“Duly noted,” Custer said with his trademark smile. “We’ll be sure to murder you before starting a family. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

“If you’re done,” the captain cut in with a glare, “we need to have a serious conversation.”

“We managed to get ahold of the
Rabblerouser
fairly quickly,” Annie said. “The mercenaries that went after Custer and Delphine must have tipped them off. They were wary, but willing to negotiate once we made it clear we meant them no harm. They agreed, and Zosha’s friend gave the Mason executives a very convincing show. They aren’t stupid enough to risk a multi-billion credit business over this. As long as we have Delphine and the
Rabblerouser
crew is willing to admit to smuggling U4 for them—that is, of course, as long as they don’t run the risk of getting arrested—Mason can’t move forward without taking a huge leap back.”

“And that’s what we need to discuss. The
Rabblerouser’
s captain wants Delphine,” the captain informed the room.

Custer stiffened, his smile suddenly cold. “And what did you tell them?”

“That it was a no-go. It’s understandable. We need their help to get Mason to stop sending people after us, but if we turn Delphine loose she could disappear—or worse, go back to Mason—and then they’re on the hook for being willing to testify against them and in the same position we are. I explained that we couldn’t risk giving Delphine to them in case they decided to try and garner loyalty with Mason. We agreed that, as long as we keep Delphine on a proverbial leash, they’d be willing to testify. The problem with our job is that the only reliable way to do that is keep you on the ship, which means you’d have to work for us. We don’t have the resources or, frankly, the inclination to take care of someone who isn’t contributing. Thoughts?”

“I…” Delphine shook her head, stunned. “I don’t understand.”

“The problem,” Ingram said, “is that you were raised to believe that Mason Corporation was omnipotent and infallible. In reality, neither are true and no one knows it better than the people who run it. The fact that we may or may not be able to cause an investigation is too dangerous. They’re backing off, at least for now. So the question remains. What do you want to do?”

“You’re really asking my opinion?” Delphine asked, carefully rearranging her understanding of her life.

“Of course,” the captain said. “We’ve already told you that we’re not willing to keep prisoners. Again, we don’t have the resources, and if you chose to you could make our lives very difficult. As it stands, we need you here, willingly, or we need to work out an acceptable alternative.”

Delphine looked at Custer, feeling truly, utterly helpless for the first time in her life. She would have been happy to die for him. The thought that she might get to live with him filled her with a terrifyingly intense whirl of emotions.

“Whatever you want,” Custer said softly, and Delphine knew he meant it.

She took a deep breath and smiled, small but true.

“I want to stay.”

Breakwater: Hyde

Star Bears IV

by

Becca Fanning

Thalia Addams pulled her shirt down to get the wrinkles out, adjusted her glasses, pulled her shirt back up to preserve her modesty, made sure she had everything she needed in her bag, and, after careful consideration, pulled her shirt back down to show some cleavage. She had a feeling this job wasn’t going to go smoothly.

“Okay,” she told herself. “Either you can do this or you can’t, but you’re not going to find out by hiding in the ladies’ room. Now, get in, ask questions, get answers, and write an award-winning article.”

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to step back into the club. The dull thrum of the music escalated into a slightly fuzzy-sounding cacophony as she walked back dim room lit by neon and made her way to the bar. She had to shove through a few sweaty, gyrating bodies belonging to giggling drunks to get there, but she chalked it up to an occupational hazard. Finally, she reached her destination and immediately caught sight of her target.
 

Hyde Jones. Formerly a stand-up member of the Red Quarter’s guard on Serkot, currently a smuggler aboard the ITC
Breakwater
with a rather impressive resume for destruction, and, most importantly, the subject of Thalia’s next article.

Thalia took a moment to study him, partially out of academic interest and partially because the holos she had of him did him no justice. There appeared to be a hint of silver shading his temples, though his dark skin was smooth. His dreadlocks hung loose around his shoulders and the vividly blue eyepatch covering his right eye—
bar fight on Taldor
, Thalia’s brain supplied—occasionally caught the dull light of the bar. Plastering a smile on her face, Thalia slid over to him.

“Hey there,” she said in what she hoped was a throaty purr. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Hyde snorted. “You can. Doesn’t mean I’m going to leave this stool until my captain shows up to drag my ass off it.”

Thalia pouted. “That hardly sounds like fun. What’s the point of coming to a bar like this if you don’t want to make friends?”

“Maybe I just wanted a syrupy, overpriced drink before I’m
 
spaceborn again,” he told her.

“Then maybe you should let the pretty girl offering to buy you a drink to get you the syrupiest, most overpriced drink on the menu and see where the evening goes from there?” Thalia said, smile back in place, arching her back ever so slightly to thrust her chest out.

Hyde finally turned to look at her. His eye ran slowly down her figure and then back up to her face. Somehow, the inspection managed to be more clinical than sexy, though Thalia could swear his gaze lingered a bit—just a bit!—on her cleavage.
 

“You don’t exactly look the type to be hitting on random men in clubs,” he informed her.

Thalia was well aware of this. She looked more like the “lives in a bookstore and has an encyclopedic knowledge of role playing games (the nerdy kind, not the sexy kind)” type.
 

“Oh, I wasn’t really expecting to come here tonight,” she said breezily, tossing her hair over her shoulder. It was technically true. After she’d found the next place the
Breakwater
was bound to dock, she packed what she could and spent a good chunk of time and money making her way there. Once she managed to track (and definitely not stalk) Hyde to the club, she’d come to the realization that she hadn’t packed anything remotely appropriate. Or rather, she’d only packed things that were appropriate and found herself in need of something with a plunging neckline. “I just broke up with my boyfriend and decided I might as well go find myself some rebound.” Also technically true, if “boyfriend” was replaced with “university friends who thought crossing the depths of space to track down a criminal on the off chance of getting a story was a bad idea because they lack ambition.”

“And you picked me, the surly one-eyed asshole, over the pretty boy who’s been checking you out since you sat down because…?” Hyde asked, eyebrow raised, ever-so-slightly tilting his head at a pale-haired boy who looked like he’d snap in half if Thalia breathed on him.

“Maybe I like it when people play hard to get,” Thalia said. “Or maybe I just have the feeling that getting rejected by you is probably going to be more satisfactory than sex with him would be.”

Hyde smirked and sat in quiet consideration for a moment. Thalia felt a pang of nervousness in her stomach and forced herself not to show it on her face.
 

“You know, I just might let you buy me that drink after all,” he said after a pause. “But don’t think I’m going home with you just because of that.”

“Not that kind of boy, eh?” Thalia asked, looking over the menu. As it turned out, the club didn’t advertise drinks in order of most to least likely to get a bear shifter drunk enough to share his secrets, or at least not where she could see, so she just flagged the bartender down and ordered “two of whatever’s strong enough that I can’t tell what you’re cutting your liquor with anymore.”

The bartender, a lovely red-skinned Domian whose eyelids were coated in gold powder, returned a second later with two tall shot glasses of green liquid that seemed to glow when it caught the light, winked, and walked off.

Thalia stared at it apprehensively for a moment. “Okay, so, I’m going to need you to act suitably impressed with me after I drink this because there’s a non-zero chance it’ll kill me.”

Hyde just snorted and downed his shot, then made a face and shook his head.
 

“Jesus,” he coughed, “where were they hiding that?”

“I imagine somewhere the authorities will never find,” Thalia said, reaching hesitantly for her own glass.

“Come on now,” Hyde told her. “If you want me to be impressed, you have to actually drink it.”

“I was kidding earlier, but if this actually kills me I fully expect you to throw yourself wailing onto my casket,” she informed him primly. “I want full-on lamentation, can you do that?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” Hyde said, nodding meaningfully at her glass.

“So eager to watch me die,” she muttered as she tilted her head back and downed the drink in one go.
 
Whatever it was, Thalia would bet her hard drive that someone had been looking the other way when this got shipped in. It burned all the way down her throat and sizzled in her stomach, the sensation riding the thin line between enjoyable and not. She looked down, letting her hair fall over her face so Hyde couldn’t see the expression she made.

Almost immediately the bar got slightly blurrier. It was hardly something she couldn’t handle, her college years being an experience in building up her alcohol tolerance. But the fact was it would be awfully hard to get Hyde drunk and question him if she was shitfaced herself. Shifters, as far as she knew, had a metabolism that helped process foods that humans would get sick eating but didn’t do much in the way of helping process alcohol, and he’d been drinking when she got there, but he had the luxury of not having to be careful. Thalia didn’t.

“Alright,” she said after a moment. “How are we doing on lamentations?”

“I’ve got a few lined up,” Hyde said, sounding far too amused. “Considering I don’t actually know your name, what I’ve got so far is mostly about the heroic way you downed that shot or the touching moment you hit on me in a bar because you wanted to score some rebound.”

“I’m going to need you to spruce that up a little,” Thalia told him. “My mother may be listening.”

“In that case, I’ll lie and say you died tragically protecting me from the evil, evil alcohol,” Hyde said. He was smiling now, small but real and warm. Something inside Thalia that hadn’t been dissolved by whatever had been in that glass fluttered. Shaking her head, she did what she’d been doing with inconvenient emotions for her entire life and suppressed it ruthlessly.
 

She had him now, or at least she was well on her way there. He was interested in her. All she had to do was slip him a little more alcohol and drop a hint about getting some air.

“So, what are you doing here?” Thalia asked, signaling the bartender for another round. “Other than, you know, valiantly resisting my wiles.”

“I wouldn’t say valiantly,” Hyde said teasingly.

“And I wouldn’t say that was an answer to my question,” she told him as two more shots got set down in front of them.

“My boss is talking over some business with a local contact,” Hyde said, picking up a glass. Thalia did the same and they clinked them together before downing their shots as one.

Once the gagging, burning feeling had worn off, replaced by an even thicker fog in her mind, she turned back to him.

“I just want you to know that your answer was incredibly shady, which means I now want to know everything,” said Thalia, who already knew everything she needed about the crew of the
Breakwater
, from the blond maniac to the tiny rage machine.

“I’m not drunk enough for that,” Hyde said, smirking. “And I wasn’t under the impression you just wanted to talk.”

“Well, now that I know you’re probably some kind of criminal mastermind I’m reconsidering. You’ll have to ply me with more alcohol, now.”

“I can do that. But after a minute. I think I’m still recovering from the last shot.”

Thalia nodded her head in agreement. “I’m with you there.”

“So, what is it that you do when you’re not hitting on one-eyed criminal masterminds in bars?” Hyde asked, leaning in.

“In hindsight, the eyepatch really should have given away the ‘evil mastermind’ deal,” Thalia mused. “You didn’t even loose that eye, did you? You just wear it to look more evil. Also, I’m not showing you mine until you show me yours.”