Make A Wish (Dandelion #1) by Jenna Lynn Hodge Page A

this.”
    His response made me chuckle out of frustration, proving that not only was the man lacking in good looks, but brains as well.
    “No. Juliette isn’t my sister, but she’s the closest thing that I’ve ever had to one. We grew up together in foster care and group homes. We’re all that each other has.” And with that regard, I realized that I didn’t owe the shmuck an explanation. I pivoted to leave, but not before telling the detective just what I thought of his hideous hairdo, leaving the stupid man dumbfounded.
     

     
    BEAU
     
    With all the pack stuff I’d recently been dealing with, I’d allowed my house to become a complete mess. Weeds overran the front yard and had even started snaking up the front porch. Takeout containers ate up my living room and kitchen, and that was only the beginning. I was starting to dread coming home at the end of the day and I hated that fact.
    I walked throughout my house with a large black trash bag, throwing every stitch of garbage in sight away. I was finally starting to recognize the interior of my home. It was kind of fascinating, really.
    After I quickly ran a washcloth with cleaner over the tabletops and counters, I changed my clothes and stepped out front to manage the unruly mess that had slowly taken over my yard.
    I started with the weeds and worked my way throughout the yard, going from the left to the right precisely, making sure not to miss any sections. As I kneeled in front of the large bush beside the stairs that led to my porch, a corner of pink paper caught my attention.
    I picked it up from beneath twigs and dirt and brushed it off. Even with the smudges, I could make out my name in a feminine scrawl.
    Beau.
    I didn’t think much of it, just stuffed it into my pocket and continued on working. Letters and notes were left for me often. Sometimes they were from wolves passing through my territory, other times it was notices or event invitations.
    I worked until my muscles screamed and all energy within me had turned to dust. After a long ice cold bath, I pulled the envelope from my jeans crumpled on my bedroom floor. I slid my finger under the seal and pulled out a neatly folded paper with stars.
     
    Dear Beau.
     
    I’m not sure whether you remember me or not...
     
    I felt an ache in my chest, the one that I’d felt since the day I had walked out on her, knowing full well that it was wrong. Jules had haunted my every memory and I couldn’t believe she had come to my house — on my packs reservation no less — and left me a note. I wasn’t sure how long ago it was left, and I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to reach out to her.
    There was a part of me that wanted to know what she wanted to talk about, but another part of me just didn’t want to bring myself some more unnecessary heartache. I knew getting back in contact with her just might destroy my very essence. Jules was the only one that had the capability to bring me to my knees, which scared the crap outta me.
    For an Alpha, I sure could be a wuss sometimes.
    I stood, pacing back and forth in my living room, debating my next move. My heart and mind were already playing a mental game of tug-a-war, but I wasn’t sure there could be a winner.
    I picked up my phone and quickly dialed the number written on the small paper. You only live once. It went straight to voicemail.
     
    “Hey guys, Juliette here! I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now but please leave your name and number and I’ll be sure to get back with you.”   Beep.
     
    “Uh. Hey Jules. This is Beau Lancaster. Sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner, I just found your letter. It seemed to have blown into the bush in the front of my house. I am available to meet at your earliest convenience, just give me a call back and let me know when you’re free. Talk to you soon.”
    My formality was making even me cringe. How would Jules take the message?
    This was the same woman I made love to, countless times, over and over.