Bonus Scene – Nadia’s Moving Day

Bonus scene for the book, A Dangerous Man


“Oh my God, you have doggies?” Honeygirl cried out.

I sighed. “I told you I’d be out in a minute.”

“Girl, you said it was messy in here, and I’ve seen your panties before. I haven’t seen your doggies, though.” She said all of this to me, but she wasn’t looking at me.

No, she stood there with hearts in her eyes, gazing at Jamie and Gideon in their wolf forms on my bed. Maybe I could get them to play along for a minute, until I could get her out?

That idea was gone in an instant, though, as Gideon chose that moment to shift back into his human form. There was a blur that was hard to track, and then Gideon was kneeling on the bed.

Absolutely buck naked.

“I’m not a doggy, woman,” he growled.

And Honeygirl?

She lit up, like someone had given her Christmas and her birthday all at once. A smile spread across her face.

“No, you’re not, honey,” she replied.

And now my friend was ogling one of my wolves.

“Honeygirl,” I said.

She completely ignored me, her gaze slowly travelling down Gideon. Had she missed the part where he’d turned from wolf into man?

“That’s not where his eyes are,” I reminded her, as her gaze went lower.

“I know,” she said breathlessly, “but it’s just so pretty. I’ve never seen an uncut one this close before.”

And now Gideon was grinning from ear to ear.

Of course he was.

Because most men liked it when you complimented their dick; whether they were humans, vampires, werewolves, Fae, or who knows what else was out there.

I sighed, then grabbed my friend’s shoulders. I’d started to steer her away when the front door opened and slammed shut.

“Get up, you lazy brutes,” Degarr called out.

Honeygirl’s eyes went comically wide.

“Out,” she hissed in a low voice, waving her hands at me. “I’ll say the blonde’s mine.”

Gideon’s smile reached his eyes.

“Honeygirl–” I started to say, and then I stopped. I could tell Degarr was right behind me, based on her expression.

“What the hell is this?” Degarr demanded.

“Degarr, Bellamie let me have a man friend over,” Honeygirl waved towards Gideon, “and–”

Degarr’s lips twitched. “You’re a good friend, Honeygirl, but it’s okay. Gideon’s with us.”

Her eyes went wide again. She glanced at Gideon, and then me.

“Girl, you’ve been holding out on me.” She held her palm up. “High five for the threesome.”

Gideon laughed.

I smiled and shook my head. “Sorry. No threesome.”


“I’m serious,” I said.

She made a small noise, and put her hands on her hips. “Alright, then. It’s a waste if you ask me,” she said, then her eyebrows drew together. “Why was he in your bed, then?”

Again, how was she skipping over the fact that he’d turned into a man in front of her?

I felt, rather than saw, Jamie shifting from wolf to man. It was confirmed when Honeygirl let out a shriek and turned her back to a naked Jamie.

“Jamie!” She admonished. “You’re naked.”

“So’s Gideon,” Jamie replied.

“He’s not dating Zine,” she said. Then her eyes started drifting as far as they could go in his direction without her actually turning her head and seeing his body again. “Did you and Zine break up?”

“No,” he said.


And I just couldn’t take it anymore. I cut her off.

“How are you not talking about the fact that you’ve seen both of them turn from wolves into men?” I demanded.

“Bellamie,” she said in a soft, reasonable tone, “I’ve been living with Amber in a multispecies community. They don’t have any werewolves there – which is why I made my mistake tonight – but I have heard about them.”

I blew out a breath, and crossed my arms. “Oh. Right.”

She cocked her head, and looked at Degarr.

“So, are you a werewolf too, big man?” she asked.

“No. Vampire,” Degarr replied.

“Hmm. Alright then. Thank you,” she said.

“Of course,” he replied. “And–”

“I won’t tell anyone about you, or,” she gestured towards the wolves, “the boys.”

“Thank you,” he said.

She nodded.

“If you knew about werewolves, then why did you think we had a threesome?” I asked.

“Really?” she asked. “Look!” She waved her hands towards Gideon, and he laughed again.

“Alright,” Degarr said, the light in his eyes telling me he was amused too. “Why don’t you two get dressed and join us in the living room?” He turned and walked back towards the living room.

I grabbed Honeygirl’s arm and followed him, while she snuck one last glance over her shoulder before the bedroom door closed. Then her focus returned, and she headed directly for the kitchen. She’d brought some groceries with her, and had piled them on the kitchen counter. Now, she started pulling items out of bags, while I settled on the other side of the counter.

“What’s the plan?” she asked.

Degarr handed me one of the coffee cups he’d left the condo to get, and I accepted it gratefully.

“Pick out what we want and sell the rest.” I took a good, long drink. “You can have first pick of anything in my closets.”

“Thank you, but that’s not what I want.” She turned and eyed my kitchen.

I laughed. “You can’t take the whole kitchen with you.”

“I know,” she replied. “I was thinking of some of the stuff I gave you. I mean, those were gifts, but–”

“Take it. Take all of it. We both know I don’t cook, and we both know you were trying to get me to learn, but it didn’t work,” I said.

She beamed, then she leaned over the counter and kissed my cheek. “Thanks, Bellamie, you’re the best.”

Suddenly I felt more than one pair of male eyes on us.

“Really?” Gideon asked, in a deep, interested voice.

“Yes, she is,” Honeygirl shot him a smile, clearly missing what his tone meant.

I was going to have to talk with her about certain things before she visited us at home, otherwise I had the feeling that Vonn would come on the spot.

Then she turned back to my kitchen, and started pulling pans and other implements out of my cabinets.

“Jamie, what is she doing?” Gideon asked.

“It’s called cooking,” Jamie replied in a soft, hushed voice. “She bakes too.”

“No shit,” Gideon said, his tone full of wonder.

I rolled my eyes.

The guys drifted closer as Honeygirl started cooking in earnest. I dug into my pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Fiona gave me a list of things I would need for Court,” I replied. Apparently some of the celebrations could get very formal. I scanned the list, making a mental note of the items I knew I didn’t have. “I’ll need to pick up some things while we’re here.”

Degarr leaned over my shoulder, scanning the list. He pressed a kiss into my hair. “Okay.”

“How did you turn moving into shopping?” Gideon asked.

I held up the list. “Believe it or not, I don’t have any formal gowns.”

He grunted.

“Do you have formal wear?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“Jamie?” I prompted.

“I get by,” he said.

“Hmm. Okay, we’ll pick up some things for you, and you too,” I shot a look at Degarr.

He frowned. “I have things.”

“I’ve seen your closet, baby. It’s time for new things,” I replied.

He looked less than pleased, but after a long moment, he let out a sigh.

“Fine.” He passed out the other coffee cups to Jamie and Gideon.

“What’s for breakfast?” Jamie asked.

“Omelettes with a side of fingerling potatoes,” Honeygirl said, with a smile.

“Perfect.” Jamie rubbed his belly.

“Oh, and I didn’t forget you, mystery man.” Honeygirl shot a look at Degarr, then dug into one of the bags.

I snatched the bag away before she had a chance to start pulling out containers.

“Hey!” she said.

But Degarr was giving me a look.

A decidedly warm look as I started backing away from the counter.

“Is that–” he asked.

“Chocolate mousse?” I interrupted, still backing away.

“ – the best in the world,” he continued.

Honeygirl beamed.

“Yes, it is.” I gripped the bag tighter, then turned on my heel and ran. I made it as far as the couch before he scooped me up in his arms.

I may – may – have let out an undignified squeal.

“You’re going to share that, aren’t you?” Degarr grinned down at me.

“Yes, baby, I am,” I replied in my huskiest, most suggestive voice.

I watched as heat spilled into Degarr’s eyes, darkening them. He held me flush against his hard body.

“Good,” he said, his warm tone sending heat spiraling down me.

Then he headed for the bedroom.

“Wait,” Honeygirl called out. “You need spoons.”

Degarr lifted me a bit higher in his arms. “I’ve got my spoon.”

Yes, baby. Yes, you do.

Then he took me to the bedroom, and closed the door behind us.