read me my rights | teddy & mac
Teddy had moved around a lot. His mom had passed when he was little, before he even had a chance to remember her face, and his father was an active duty military man who had done his very best to protect him – even if that meant he had to uproot their life every year and move to a different state or even country for work. He had started growing tired of the wandering at the age of about seven, but luckily Theodore had developed a set of self-deprecating humor and his own unique skills that made the moving bearable because, unfortunately, the moving never really seemed to stop. There had been a minor slip-up in Oklahoma City one rather boring summer when Teddy was about 20. As a wolf without a pack or even a permanent home, his father usually kept the beast in Teddy tame by investing in homes with basements and heavy duty padlocks. One accident had led to another and before Teddy knew it, he was on the run from wolf hunters. It was a whole thing. They hadn’t bothered him in years, however, and when Teddy knew it was time to let some roots settle, there was no doubt in his mind that it would be in Naperville. It was his mother’s hometown. From culinary school in Chicago, Teddy knew he wasn’t too keen on working in a restaurant. He wanted roots, of course, but not too many. His investment in a food truck had sort of been a random purchase, but one he didn’t regret too much. No matter where you parked, hungry people would come – that was always a given. One of those hungry consumers? Addison Mackenzie. She was stunning. She’d actually been one of the truck’s very first customers – completely by accident. He’d come back from a bathroom break to find her yelling at one of his employees, a kid he’d hired straight out of high school, about being parked too close to a fire zone. His employee had been scared shitless. He found it pretty amusing. He shoved his sunglasses higher up on his nose, leaning over the truck’s window, shooting her a smirk as she got out of her car and walked over his direction. “Officer,” he greeted in what appeared to be a teasing tone but was actually just pure amusement. “Looking lovely as usual. I’m not in a fire zone again, am I?” If it wasn’t so outrageously illegal, he probably would have done it just to get her attention.