Free Halloween In Paradise by Tianna Xander Page A

that’s an unlikely name for a restaurant.” Corbin said with a chuckle as they pulled into the parking lot of the local diner. “Somehow, I’m thinking that Eat The Cock is not the correct name.”
    “You’re probably right,” Vincent agreed as he removed his seatbelt. “Well, I’m starved. I don’t know about you, but I’m willing to eat here as long as they don’t pull a bobbit on me and attempt to whack mine off and serve it on a platter.”
    “Platter? You forget. I’ve seen that thing. They won’t need much more than a desert plate for it.”
    “Fuck you.” Vincent strode around the car and punched him in the arm. “At least they don’t need tweezers and a magnifying glass to find mine.”
    “Ouch!” Corbin said as they made their way to the door. “That was harsh.”
    “Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it, asshole.”
    Opening the door, Corbin held it for his best friend. Following him into the diner, he took a deep breath. “Something smells good.”
    “Yeah, it does.” Vincent leaned against a sign. “It says wait to be seated .” He gestured to the older woman talking to someone in the back. “She’s busy. I’m going to run to the toilet while you get us a table.”
    “Whatever.” Corbin watched as the woman leaned down and said something to her customer, a wicked gleam in her eyes and a smile on her face. For some reason, he couldn’t look away from the two women. He didn’t know what it was about the customer, but her dark brown hair caught his attention.
    Red highlights shone in the afternoon sun. Her hair gleamed and looked so soft, he fisted his hands when he felt himself reaching out to touch it. He frowned. What in the hell was the matter with him?
    The waitress straightened, smoothed her already perfectly groomed hair and smiled at him. “Hello, sugar! You’re new to these parts, aren’t you? What do you prefer, a booth or a table?”
    “A booth.” He gave the restaurant a quick once over. “The one in the far corner, if you don’t mind. My friend and I would appreciate the privacy.”
    The more distance between themselves and humans, the better. The last thing either of them needed was for someone to overhear one of their conversations and think them lunatics.
    “Of course.” She glanced at the woman sitting alone. “Though Gabby is harmless. She’s an author.” The woman winked. “Who knows, maybe she could put you in one of her books.”
    That’s what I’m afraid of, lady.
    She led him past a long bar with stools. The most delicious scents wafted from behind the wall separating the kitchen from the dining area, and they all came from that little window. It wasn’t any wonder he hadn’t caught that the waitress had the scent of a shifter at first.
    It also wasn’t surprising that he didn’t catch the scent of the woman sitting alone until he was right next to her.
    Holy shit! Stopping, he stared at the woman for a minute. He wasn’t sure if he could say anything or not. Get your ass out here and meet our mate, Vince. She’s sitting in the diner all ripe and waiting for us to eat her, he said through their mind link.
    All shifters had telepathic ability, at least as far as he knew. They could communicate with the community on a common link and with family on a private link. Mates had a link all their own. It was that link he used to talk to Vince.
    Our what?
    You heard me. I said, our mate. She’s small, with hair the color of sable and eyes like two purple violets pressed into her face. He felt his cock growing hard and immediately thought of complex math in an effort to get it to behave.
    “Hello, there,” he said to the woman when she looked up. No doubt she had wondered why he stopped at her table and stood drooling over her as though she was a rare steak and he a starving lumberjack. “Why is a beautiful woman like you sitting here all alone? If I were your husband, I wouldn’t let you out by yourself. There’s too much of a chance