said as I quickly dressed. His Neanderthal ways were actually growing on me—not that I would ever let him know. "No problem at all."
Chapter 6
"What the hell?" Mac shouted as he slammed the truck into park.
Mac's pick-up bucked and jerked as we ran over something large.
"Oh shit," I screeched. "What in the Goddess' name did we just back over?"
I blanched and had a sickening deja vu of backing over and killing Naked Dude when he had been my cat. Shitshitdamnshit. Had Roger passed out from a concussion and we'd just flattened him? If we had, I was going to have a bitch of a time healing that level of damage.
I white knuckled the dash and said a quick Hail Mary even though I wasn't even remotely Catholic.
Mac was out of the truck before I even had my seatbelt off. Damn, wolves were fast. In my panic to free myself I got completely tangled in the strap. I couldn't move. Wait. What the hell was I thinking? I’m a witch, damn it. With a quick flick of my fingers, the seatbelt disintegrated to dust and I was out of the passenger seat.
I was terrified until I took in the scene and then I was just pissed. How many more hairy buttball Shifters were going to mess with my sex life?
"Get out from under the truck, Chuck," I ground out through clenched teeth. "I only have an hour to get through the entire story of Little Red Riding Hood eight times and you are fucking that up. Pun intended."
"Not following you," Chuck grunted as he eased his enormous frame out from under the back wheels and knocked Mac's monster truck over in the process.
This was unbelievable. I refused to kill Chuck, but I was going to make it difficult for him to sit for a few days. A nice electrical zap to his backside should do the trick.
"My god, man," Mac said as he helped Chuck to his feet. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you behind me."
"Of course you didn't," I snapped. "Because Chuck was hiding under the wheel wanting you to mow his idiot ass down. Isn't that correct, Chuck?"
Chuck grinned and shrugged. "You got me pegged, Zelda."
"Okay," Mac said as he pressed his temples. "Now, I'm not following."
I glared at Chuck who didn't appear to be forthcoming with an explanation. Shaking my head and yanking on my pigtails, I slowly blew out a long breath. I was this close to making Chuck's death wish come true. That would be terribly wrong. I could end up back in the magic pokey, which would suck, and I liked Chuck. Not so much at the moment… but generally speaking.
"Chuck here is trying to off himself. I don't know why and he won't tell me because he could end up naked in a black hole somewhere," I explained to a now very befuddled Mac.
"It's actually a time warp with elevator music," Chuck corrected me.
"Whatever," I yelled as a colorful burst of flame flew from my fingertips narrowly missing Chuck's smiling and very handsome face. "I do not have time for this. I am supposed to have the big O eight times before I bite the big one tomorrow."
"How are you going to do that?" Chuck inquired with interest.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Well, um… okay. I'm going to put on a red cape over only my bra and panties and Mac is going to wear a granny cap. He's going to be naked under the covers and pretend to be the Big Bad Wolf. And then I'm going to…"
"No, no, no, no, no," Chuck gasped out trying unsuccessfully not to laugh.
Mac began to walk in tight circles shaking his head.
"Not that part," Chuck said with a chuckle and a wink to a mortified Mac. "I get that part. Well, kind of… the granny cap is a little unsettling. I was talking about the ‘bite it’ part. How are you going to do that?"
"I'm done," I snapped. "You will tell me right now why you're trying to kill yourself."
"Can't," Chuck replied.
"Won't," I shot back.
"That too," he agreed with a smile.
This was bullshit. I marched right over to the cryptic bear