Free Pack Challenge by Shelly Laurenston

Hey, Sara. Sorry. Didn’t see ya there.”
    “Yeah. At six feet, I am so small and undetectable.”
    “Huh?”
    Angie reached around and grabbed hold of the sleeve of Sara’s leather jacket. “Excuse us.” Angie dragged her over to the bar.
    “You and those legs, Santiago,” Sara teased, marveling at how only Angie could make the tacky gold short skirt she wore look classy rather than slutty.
    “Shut up.” Angie stepped up to the bar, ignoring the men staring at her, plotting their move in the hopes of getting two seconds of her time.
    She knocked on the bar with her knuckles. “Excuse me. Bar slut?” Miki didn’t even turn away from the three regulars she was helping as she reached back with one arm and gave Angie the finger.
    “How rude!”
    “Leave her alone.” Sara laughed while glancing around the club.
    Packed but with a lot more unknown faces then she’d seen in a long time.
    “Who are all these people?”
    “Must be here for tomorrow’s rave.” And then Angie threw her arms up in the air and “woo-hoo’d” for the benefit of everyone.
    -65-

    Shelly Laurenston
    “Jeez, Ang. We’re not even there yet and you’re already grooving.”
    “You know me. I do always love a good party.” Miki stepped in front of them. “All right. What do you bitches want?”
    “Oh, very nice. Does Skelly know you’re so rude to your customers?”
    “You’re not customers. You’re family. I can talk to you anyway I damn well want to. So you two want something or are you here simply to annoy me?”
    “Both.”
    Miki looked at Sara. “What’cha want?”
    “A shot of te—”
    “Don’t even think about saying tequila to me,” Miki cut in. “I’m not picking your fat ass off the floor yet again.” Sara’s eyes narrowed. “My ass is not fat.”
    “Are you happy in your fantasy world, sweetie?” Angie asked, her arm around Sara’s shoulders. “Are your tits small there, too?” Angie ducked when Sara jokingly raised her fist.
    Laughing, Angie turned to Miki. “You have any chardonnay?” Miki rolled her eyes, grabbed two Heinekens out of the fridge behind her, popped the tops, and slammed them in front of her friends. “Now don’t bother me.”
    “Isn’t she like a breath of fresh air?” Sara shook her head. “No. Not really.”

    God, he was getting pathetic. He caught her scent as soon as she walked into the club and his entire body tightened in lust. What was happening? Zach Sheridan didn’t get all bunged up over women. Ever. It was not in his nature. There were only two women he took special interest in protecting or caring about and one he called “Mom” the other he called “shithead” or “baby sis”.
    -66-

    Pack Challenge
    Sara didn’t notice him, but that didn’t surprise him. That grandmother of hers made sure Sara was completely oblivious to the power buried inside that sweet body.
    She sat at the bar knocking back a beer in a worn leather biker jacket three times too big for her. Clearly a man’s jacket. Zach scowled when he allowed himself to wonder if that jacket belonged to some asshole. Some asshole other than him, that is. He didn’t like the thought.
    Even as he fought it, he didn’t like to think for a second Sara might be getting down and as dirty as he’d been daydreaming about lately with some scumbag. Some scumbag other than him, that is.
    The music changed into good trance and a guy invited Angie to join him on the dance floor. With a wink at Sara, she followed behind him.
    The Mouth, as he liked to call the current object of Conall’s lust, was up to her eyes in patrons, which left Sara sitting there by herself. It was like she didn’t exist to these people. How could they miss her? The males of his Pack noticed her and if it weren’t for him, they’d be sniffing around her right now. But the locals and the bikers acted like she was part of the wallpaper. What idiots.
    Still, Sara didn’t look upset. Instead, she sat on the barstool, drinking her