Monday snippet from Facebook.
Tall, with the skin the color of rich coffee, and dressed all in black, Jim looked like was carved from a block of solid muscle. Logic said that at some point he must’ve been a baby and then a child, but looking at him one was almost convinced that some deity touched the ground with its scepter and proclaimed, “There shall be a badass,” and Jim sprung into existence, fully formed, complete with clothes, and ready for action. He was the alpha of Clan Cat, pack’s Chief of Security, and Curran’s best friend.
He braked near us.
“Have you vetted the Wolves of the Isle yet?” Curran asked.
“Who are the Wolves of the Isle?” I asked.
“It’s a small pack from Florida Keys,” Curran said. “Eight people. They’re petitioning to join us and for some odd reason our Security Chief is dragging his feet on the background checks.”
Jim waved the stack of paper in his hand. “The Security Chief has two thefts and an abandonment of post to deal with.”
“I gave my word to them,” Curran said.
“I’m not opposed to admitting them.” Jim spread his arms. “All I’m saying is let me make sure people we have are safe before we add any more to them. By the way, Kate, did you review the Guild documents I sent you?”
Deflecting the attention, are we? I gave him my tough stare. It bounced off Jim like hail from the pavement. “Somewhat. I was busy.”
“See?” Jim pointed to me. “Your mate is doing the same thing I’m doing. Prioritizing.”
I would get him for this. Oh yes.