Free The Accidental Werewolf 2: Something About Harry (Accidentally Paranormal Novel) by dakota cassidy Page B

would make him smile like he smiled when he was sitting at his desk, playing with all those numbers he loved so much.
    Harry shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts, his expression sheepish. “I have a bad eye for color.”
    She grinned. “I think you could win contests.”
    He chuckled out of the blue, warming her to her core. Then he must have realized he was consorting with the enemy. Harry’s spine stiffened once more, and his eyes clouded. “Anyway, we’re good. As good as we can be under the circumstances. So if you would take the Crypt Keeper and leave now, I’d appreciate it.”
    They’d been dismissed. He shouldn’t be left alone with the kids. Not so early in his change. Again, she protested. “Harry—”
    His hand flew up again, palm forward. “Please don’t. I’m warring with my civility right now, and I fear it could be a losing battle. Just take Nina and go.”
    “You takin’ my name in vain, Harry?” Nina poked him between his shoulder blades from just outside the doorway. “My man Fletch is in bed. Sound asleep.” She stuck her head around his shoulder to peek into the room. “I see we have another critter. You two go make werewolf, and I’ll put her to bed, too.”
    Harry didn’t have the chance to protest before Nina was swallowed up by the pink bedroom and headed right for Mimi. “Holy swizzle sticks, kiddo,” Nina cooed at Mimi, dropping to the floor with a look of wonder in her eyes. “You have a My Little Pony? Dude, that’s beyond crazy cool. Can I see?”
    Without hesitation, Mimi dropped to the floor beside her, the crinkle of her footie pajamas music to Mara’s ears. She nodded her curly head at Nina. “It was my mom’s. Who are you?”
    “Jesus,” Harry muttered in obvious disgust, turning and stalking his way back toward the kitchen.
    Mara trotted behind him to keep up, zipping around his large body when they hit the living room, still in semi-disarray. She stumbled over a pair of sneakers, righting herself just in time to almost crash into Barbie’s Dreamhouse.
    Marty’s golden head popped through the front door at just that moment, Wanda’s just behind it. Her eyes found Mara’s. “Is it safe? Or does Harry still want us all to die slow, torturous deaths?”
    Harry jammed his clenched fists into his shorts. “What is it with you women? I said we’re fine. I’m fine. Why won’t you just go away and leave me alone?”
    Marty and Wanda slid inside, shutting the door behind them. “We’re women. It’s what we do. Henpeck. Look, Harry, you and I, we need to have a talk. It’s obvious you’re struggling.” To prove it, Marty tugged on a random patch of hair sprouting from his chin. “I understand. I can help.”
    “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “I just shaved when I got home. Will this never stop?”
    Marty gave him a look of complete understanding, her warm, blue eyes in sync with his. “I know exactly where you’re coming from. I get it. I experienced several of the problems you’re having and then some. Nobody gets it better than me. So if you’ll just lend me your ear—”
    Harry gave another of his low hums, a clear warning signal.
    “Or I could sit on you and make you give her your ear,” Wanda interrupted, dropping her purse on the kitchen counter with a huff. “I know what you’re thinking, too. And no, I can’t read minds like Nina, but it’s what all of our male clientele think. You’re thinking, ‘If I have to, I can take her’.” Wanda winked and chuckled, cracking her knuckles. “But you’d be a fool at this stage of the game to think that. I look innocent enough, but I could take on a team of Navy Seals without so much as disturbing a hair on my head.” Strolling up to him, Wanda did something she rarely, if ever, did. She flashed her fangs at him, her manner especially threatening.
    Harry’s eyes bulged, but his lips remained firmly clamped in the “off” position.
    With a long finger, Wanda