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Lindsey’s Wolves

By:Becca Jameson

Lindsey’s Wolves

Wolf Masters Becca Jameson
Chapter 1

“I met someone.”

“Lindsey, that’s great. Where? When?” Kara’s voice held the excitement Lindsey had expected.

She switched the cell phone to her other ear and took a deep breath. “At the grocery store, yesterday actually.”

Kara laughed. “The grocery store? How romantic.” Her voice dripped sarcasm. “What’s his name?”

“Alejandro.” She tried not to make it sound too dreamy, but it was hard to even utter the name without doing so. My friends call me “Alex,” he’d said, but with his sexy accent and looks, Lindsey couldn’t even think of him by that nickname yet.

“Alejandro? Is he Hispanic?”

“Spanish actually. His family owns a vineyard in Spain. Moved here a few months ago to join his cousins on the family farm.”


“Yeah. Strangest thing. That’s part of why I called. Alejandro’s aunt and uncle own a dairy farm not far from where you are. Isn’t that a coincidence? I thought Trevor or Justin might know them.”

“That is crazy.”

“Yeah, what are the chances either of us city girls would meet a man who owns a dairy farm? Let alone both of us.”

“What’s his last name? I’ll ask the guys if they know him.”

“Ramos, but his cousins have a different name. It’s his mother’s side or something like that. Thompson.”

“Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell. But I don’t know all the neighbors. I’ll ask. So, you just met him yesterday?”

“Yes, it was a long day. Suffice it to say, my ice cream melted … in the cart.” Lindsey laughed.

“Seriously? You just stood in the aisle talking to a guy?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Lindsey inhaled before continuing. “Listen, Kara, I was hoping you could tell me what it was like when you met Justin, and well Trevor too, I guess. Did you know he was the one right away?”

Kara paused too. Lindsey could hear her breathing over the line. “Lin? Is this serious?”

“I guess. I mean, it seems like it. He … sort of knocked me off my feet. And I believe it was mutual. Do you think it’s possible? I mean to just run into someone in a grocery store and then feel like … like you’ve known them forever?”

“It’s possible. Yes.”

“Did you?”

“Yes, but—”

Lindsey didn’t give her a chance to finish. “It’s just so weird. I haven’t ever felt like this before. You know, giddy.” She tried to repress another chuckle.

Kara didn’t. She laughed. “Maybe he’s the one. When are you seeing him again?”

“Seven. Dinner. Kara I want you to meet him. I don’t know anyone else who could possibly think this wasn’t just too weird. Including me. My hands are shaking just thinking about it.”

“Because you really like him? Or because you’re scared?”

“Both.” Kara was one of the few people who knew a lot about Lindsey’s past.

“Sounds about right. When I met Justin … well, you were there.”

Now it was Lindsey’s turn to laugh, hard. “Yeah, you’d known him for what? Eight minutes before Jess and I found you guys playing tongue hockey against the outside wall of Boot Scooters?” She couldn’t keep the mirth from her voice. “You were dazed after that, and you still are. That’s why I called. I need you to tell me what you felt. Tell me I’m not crazy.”

“You definitely aren’t crazy, Lin. And … I don’t think I can quite describe how I felt. Warm. Happy. I couldn’t stop smiling. Remember when you guys were helping me get ready for our date the next night, and you made me wear that slinky dress? I thought I’d die. It so wasn’t me. But, man did I feel sexy in it. And it was worth the look on Justin’s face. And Trevor’s.”

“Did you meet Trevor that night?”

“Yep. I didn’t realize the implications at the time, but yeah. He was at the house.”

“I guess I’ll have Jess doll me up tonight like we did you. Wish you were here.”

“Me too, Lin. Hey, why don’t you bring him by later, after dinner?”

Lindsey shuffled back and forth. She couldn’t keep her feet still she was so wired. “That would be awesome. You could confirm if I’m crazy or not.”

“I can confirm that right now. You aren’t crazy. I’m sure it’ll be fine. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll have the guys check him out. Ask a few questions. Surely, someone knows him, or at least the family he’s living with.”