Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

By the way her shrewd gaze flits back and forth between us, I’ll bet she heard the shouting match. “Hello. Can I help you?” I ask in a forced polite tone. “You must be Calla.” Her voice is huskier than I expected. “You’re even prettier than the guys said you were.” The moment she smiles—a wide, feature-transforming grin that reaches her gray eyes—I know exactly who she is. “You’re Toby’s mom,” I say before she can introduce herself. The resemblance is uncanny. And I’m even more embarrassed that she’s a witness to our fighting. She thrusts out a rough-skinned hand wrapped in bandages. A hand that sees daily manual labor. “Muriel.” She turns to Jonah, sizing him up with a single astute look. “And you’re the pilot.” “I am. Come on in.” Jonah settles a hand on the small of my back—as if we weren’t just screaming at each other—and holds the door open for her to shimmy through. She heads down the long, narrow hall without pausing to remove her boots, leaving a trail of mud on our freshly finished wood that I’ll have to mop up the second she leaves. “So, he’s been tellin’ his mom how pretty you are,” Jonah whispers. I ignore him and move ahead, my anger set to a low boil for the moment.