Werewolf Boyfriend: Kayne (special preview)

“Those look angry,” he points.

“Because they are.” I smirk. “Don’t touch them with your bare hands, the oil will make you burn all day.”

Kayne recoils his hand from the basket. “What are they?”

“Family secret,” I say with a wink. “Mostly I see them as a novelty, but some of the chefs around here have been using them for the hot wing recepies. They’ve all been in competition to see who can make the hottest.”

“I don’t do so good with hot,” Kayne makes a face. “How hot are they?”

I chuckle and pick on up fromt he basket. It’s a bright orange like a warning sign melting down into a cherry red like his motocycle. I take a bite and I relish in the shocked and horrified look on his face. 

“They’re sweet peppers,” I finally laugh. I crunch the rest of the pepper and toss the stem into the bushes. “I don’t like hot either.”

Kayne huffed. “You had me scared there for a second.”

“Why?” I chuckle. “You didn’t eat it.”

Things started to get busy and Kayne vanished away into the crowd. Come Monday morning, I was making my coffee and I heard the kick and sputter of an old truck. Stepping outside a dark green pickup truck that looked older than hell struggled up the driveway. The back was loaded with lumber and Kayne was inside. He stepped out of the truck wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

“Good morning,” he waves at me.

I wave at him and watch in silence as he starts unloading the lumber from the truck. He then takes a bucket full of white spikes and uses them to map out the property. He stops when he nears your garden, looking over with with a curious eye. He uses spikes to map it off as well, leaving a good chunk of space between the edge of the garden and the spikes.

Kayne looks up at me. “I’m not bothering you am I?”

I flinch when I realize I’ve been staring this whole time. “No!” I gasp. “Just uhm...not awake!”

Kayne smirks. “Sure.” He continues with his work as I dash back inside. 

I really wasn’t awake which is what lead to me staring. I had let myself get carried away, watching his arms and hands. Soemthing about a guy in flannel with good hands, I dunno, it was a sort of innocent pornography.