Jaguar's Kiss

Chapter Seven

Lila was stalking her best friend.

She hadn’t seen Patch in almost a week—which made sense if she was going through her heat. She was probably hiding out as much as possible, but Lila had been patient and given her space for as long as she could manage. She needed advice. Someone to screw her head on straight because she was quietly losing her mind.

For the last week she’d played the part of good little fiancée, meeting up with Roman for regular “dates” which still hadn’t progressed beyond the excruciatingly awkward stage.

Her mother was determined to begin wedding preparations and though Lila had managed to come up with excuses to postpone each of her mother’s many attempts to take her wedding dress shopping, she hadn’t been able to avoid the repeated lectures on responsibility and duty and the overwhelming importance of pride stability during times of crisis.

The pride depended on the solidarity of its primary couple. The pride depended on tradition in times of uncertainty. The pride depended on her.

So she’d avoided Santiago like the plague, taking long indirect routes through the main compound so she didn’t have to be anywhere near the apartment complex where he was staying.

Her just friends plan had backfired. She couldn’t see him now without thinking of a dozen questions she didn’t want to answer, about his amazing home, how it had been saturated in his scent and she’d just wanted to stay there and wallow in it for the rest of her life—and about the kiss that refused to leave the back of her mind, rising up at the most inconvenient moments to taunt her.

And then, perversely, she’d find herself annoyed that she was able to avoid him. That he hadn’t tracked her down for another attempt. That was what she wanted, wasn’t it? Some distance? For him to stop pushing? So why was she so disappointed when he let her stay away? Why did she constantly find herself fantasizing about him cornering her, sweeping her up and changing her mind with a kiss? She couldn’t have him. So why did she still want him to want her even as she dodged him?

She was a mess. And Patch, the one person she wanted to see, hadn’t been anywhere to be found. She wouldn’t even take Lila’s calls.

So Lila was tracking her.

She prowled through the main compound, visiting all Patch’s old haunts, but the cougar was nowhere to be seen, the buildings crowded with the pride’s bulging population. It wasn’t until Lila started north on the same path she and Patch had taken after the All Pride meeting that she caught the first hint of a scent trail. She followed it, her steps moving faster as it grew stronger until she was jogging as it veered into the forest.

She found Patch up in a tree, her sleek cougar form draped over a sturdy branch. Her tail twitched, but she made no move to come down, not even opening her eyes at Lila’s approach.

Lila had never been much of a climber, and even if she had been, she needed to talk, which they couldn’t do if she shifted and climbed up there after Patch. So she stood below and tipped her head up.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she accused lightly. “I realize you probably want to get away from all the activity at the pride, and I know I’m a high maintenance pain in the ass, but you’re stuck with me so you might as well come down and talk to me. I’m not going anywhere.”

The cougar opened her eyes at that, blinking sleepily, but still not moving.

“Patch? You okay?” Lila called up.

Patch shifted at that, reaching behind her to where she’d tucked her clothes into a crook of the tree. Lila brushed off a fallen log and perched on it as Patch dressed and dropped out of the tree to land nimbly at her side. “I thought you and Roman had a date this afternoon.”

“He cancelled,” Lila said. She shouldn’t have been relieved when she didn’t have to spend an hour with her fiancé, but she had been. “Seemed like the perfect opportunity to track you down. I’ve missed you, Patricia Marie.”

Patch sighed heavily. “Lila, we should talk.”

“My thoughts exactly. You look exhausted. Your heat wearing you out?” Lila knew from experience that the shots to prevent conception did nothing to control the cravings. The hormones could make it impossible to sleep, the restlessness clawing through her body all night.

“You could say that.” Patch sat on the ground at Lila’s feet. “Lila, about Roman… I know you said I could have at him, but would you hate me if I…if we…”

Lila blinked, startled. “Are you guys hooking up?” Roman hadn’t said a word. Though they weren’t exactly on comfortable speaking terms.

Patch blushed.

“Is it serious?” She felt another surge of relief-guilt at the idea that she might not have to marry Roman after all.

“No. It’s just a fling. Sowing wild oats, like you said.” Patch groaned and flopped onto the ground. “This officially makes me the worst friend ever, doesn’t it? I’m getting it on with your fiancé. That is so wrong.”

“If it were a normal marriage, I’m sure I’d claw your eyes out, but you know how it is.” She studied Patch. Did her best friend have feelings for Roman? Was it more than just a fling? “Are you going to be okay with it if I go ahead with the wedding?”

Patch’s head snapped up at that. “If?”

“Santiago asked me why I was marrying Roman and I didn’t know. It’s one of those questions I’ve never really let myself think about. Because it’s what I’ve always expected I would do. But I can’t seem to figure out if it’s what I want to do anymore. For the good of the pride, I guess.” Lila drew a circle in the dirt with one toe. “Do you think it really makes a difference to the pride if I marry Roman?”

Patch was silent for a long moment. Lila wanted her to say no. To say there would be no consequences if she just ran off and did whatever the hell she wanted with no thought to the pride, for a change. Really, would the pride fall apart if she and Roman didn’t get married?

“I don’t know,” Patch finally answered, the words pulled from her slowly. “People are worried. The question of whether we might come out to the humans, the risk of being abducted by fucking scientists—it makes the traditions more important. The Alpha needs a lioness mate, and if you and Roman are already in place as the logical successors, that means no power void if anything happens to your father. Which means no dominance challenges and fighting within the pride. No factions. No bloodshed.”

“But if I walk away…”

“It throws Roman’s position as successor into question. Someone might challenge him when your father steps down. Or see it as a weakness in the power structure and challenge your father for dominance right away. He’s strong, but he’s not as young as he once was. There are a lot of new nomads coming in. Some of them are lions who might be ambitious enough to think they can take over the pride.”

“So not total Armageddon, just the chance that some strange lion might try to assassinate my father. Right.” Sometimes it sucked that Patch was always honest with her. She really would have liked a lie.

“Sorry.”

“Yeah.” Lila tipped her face up and looked at the pine boughs overlapping above her. The view reminded her of Santiago’s house. “Are you happy, Patch?”

“What?”

“Are you happy? Santiago asked me that and I just went blank. I feel like I used to be happy. We had fun, didn’t we? Before everything was about mates and alliances and the good of the pride.”

“Yeah, we always had fun.”

“My life isn’t full of fun anymore. Maybe it’s unreasonable to expect that it would be. Like when you grow up, that’s it, the fun’s over. But is that how it has to be? I feel like my life has been nothing but waiting for the last year. The perpetual holding pattern. And no one to blame but myself. I chose this. I’m the one who sits around in suspended animation, waiting for my life to begin rather than going out and getting it. Rather than looking at what I really want.”

“It’s starting now,” Patch said. “You’re getting married.”

I don’t want to get married. She couldn’t make herself say it out loud. “Yeah.”

Lila came down off the log and stretched out beside Patch on the ground, not caring if it ruined her dress. Side by side, they stared up at the canopy in silence, shoulders brushing.

“I lied to Santiago,” Lila admitted softly. “I don’t even know why I did it.” Because it felt safer, probably, hiding the truth.

“What did you lie about?” Patch asked.

“He asked me if I remembered the day we met and I said no.”

Patch turned her head, frowning. “That must have been years ago.”

“It was. We were playing football and I made him and Mateo join us. Remember?”

“Not really, but it sounds like something you would do.”

Lila remembered that day with crystalline clarity. How she’d been aware of his gaze the second it had touched her. How she’d played harder and laughed louder with him watching. How she’d used the flimsy excuse of two shifters leaving their make-shift game to cajole him into joining them. The way his eyes had laughed into hers across the line of scrimmage even though his mouth had stayed serious. And that moment, that unforgettable moment when he’d lifted her off her feet and taken them both to the ground and suddenly it hadn’t been play anymore.

In that instant she’d felt the weight of something else, his intent, no longer playful, a line no one else had ever dared cross with her being breached. With him, for the first time, flirtation hadn’t been a game. It had been foreplay.

And that scared the shit out of her. Because she couldn’t let herself want him. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

“Silly thing to lie about,” she mumbled.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Patch said idly. “He’ll be gone soon anyway.”

Lila’s head snapped to the side. “What did you say?”

“Santiago. He’s relocating to Seattle. Didn’t he mention it?”

No. That couldn’t be right. He wouldn’t leave. He wouldn’t stir her up and twist her in knots and then just vanish. “You must have heard him wrong.”

“Maybe.” But Patch didn’t sound like she thought that was likely.

Lila’s thoughts reeled.

He’d kissed her. He’d said he wanted to kiss her again. He wouldn’t just up and leave after that. Though what had she done? She’d rejected him. She’d told him to stop. Told him she was marrying Roman. Avoided him. Run like hell. Why should he stay?

But when she thought about the pride without Santiago, when she considered never seeing him again, that she might never look up and see him across the dining hall or on the other side of the compound, his eyes smoldering into hers, when she thought he might just walk away—no. It was wrong. He belonged here. Lone Pine wasn’t right without him.

“I have to go.”

She scrambled to her feet, barely aware of Patch’s soft “Lila?” behind her, already running down the path back toward the main compound.

How dare he leave without even telling her? Sure, she hadn’t exactly made it easy for him to tell her in the last week when she’d been hiding from him, but she’d needed time to think things through. Time, damn it. Was that so much to ask for? He was asking her to rock her entire world to be with him and at the first sign of adversity he just up and moves to Seattle?

No. Hell no. That wasn’t how this was going to play out.

She dodged other shifters, tossing half-hearted waves to those who called out to her, and raced up the stairs to the apartment where she’d found him last time, but when she knocked no one answered. Gone already? No—his scent was all but nonexistent. If he’d been living here, she should have been able to tell.

He hadn’t moved into the pride after all. Still out at his tree house, alone and unprotected. Reckless bastard.

Lila pulled out her cell phone.

Patch didn’t bother with hello. “Are you okay? When you ran off like that—”

“I need to borrow your car.”

“Lila…” The pause sounded like a no. “We aren’t supposed to be straying far from the pride right now—”

Which was why she hadn’t asked for one of the pride vehicles. Lila didn’t have her own car, but she was going to see Santiago. One way or another. “Either I borrow your car or I walk.”

Patch must have heard the stony determination in her voice. “I’ll meet you at the garage with the keys.”