Moon Called (Mercy Thompson #1)(95)

Adam accepted a steaming cup and blew on it thoughtfully. "You mean you are petitioning to join my pack?"

Samuel's smile, which hadn't left his face since he opened the door, widened even farther. "I wouldn't dream of it. I'm going lone wolf-you'll probably get the official letter informing you of that from Bran sometime this week."

I left them to it. They weren't paying any attention to me anyway. I couldn't get the dress off easily without help, but I pulled a pair of sweats on over the top of it. A loose sweatshirt covered my broken arm, strap-bearing torture device and all. Shoes were harder, but I found an old pair of tennis shoes that I hadn't untied and pulled them on my feet over a pair of ankle socks.

When I went back out to the living room, both men were still involved in one of those pleasant but deadly conversations that usually ended up badly. They stopped speaking when I opened the front door, but as soon as I closed it behind me, I heard them start up again.

I was driving the van, because my Rabbit didn't have power steering. I had to pull over a few miles from home so I could use the cell phone.

"Stefan," I said. "Your parts are here. I've got a broken arm, so you'll have to do all the work-but I can talk you through it."

"How did you break your arm, Mercy?" he asked.

"A werewolf tossed me against a giant packing crate while I was trying to rescue a frightened young girl who'd been kidnapped by an evil witch and a drug lord."

"It sounds interesting," Stefan said. "I'll meet you at your garage."

See. Some people believe me.