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Chapter Ten: Hula Hoop Lessons & Gas Stations

After Ruby's nap, she was jumping off of the walls.

"Can you teach me how to hula hoop?" She begged Derek.

"I don't...hula hoop." Derek told her, eating his sandwich.

She groaned, "Ple-e-e-ease?" She whined.

Boyd and Erica sat on the couch, looking amused at the two bickering.

It wasn't everyday their alpha fought with a six-year-old.

"Please!"

"No," Derek said sternly.

She gave up on him and skipped over to Boyd, wedging herself between the two.

"Voyd!" She asked, "Can you teach me?"

Boyd looked down at her and asked, "What makes you ask me all of a sudden?"

"Well, I heard Erica saying you have good hips," she explained.

Erica's cheeks blazed red and she looked down as Boyd's eyes widened. Derek snorted and shook his head. Isaac had his hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing at the two.

"What?" Ruby asked. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Derek told her quickly. "Boyd, teach her."

Boyd sucked in a deep breath and tried to recover from the statement, standing up and grabbing the larger hula hoop from her hands. She squealed and clapped, dragging him away from the couch and holding the smaller hula hoop.

She spun it around her and it clattered to the floor again.

"Here," Boyd said, "you gotta swivel your hips."

"Wivel?" Ruby asked.

"Yes, because Boyd knows so much about 'swiveling his hips'." Isaac said. Erica shot him a glare and he bit his lip.

Boyd sighed and spun the hula hoop around him and moved his hips in a circular motion. It spun around and Ruby tried.

"I got it!" She cheered as it went around and around. It fell to the floor and she sighed, "I don't got it no more."

Derek sat on the chair and chuckled.

Boyd sighed as tried again and then smiled when she got it down for a few more seconds.

It went on like this for the next hour. Boyd hula hooping, Ruby imitating him and Isaac and Derek cracking jokes as Erica shot them glares and insults.

It was an entertaining evening.

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Sheriff Stilinski locked the door to his office and hung up the keys by the front desk.

"Goodnight, Sheriff," the secretary said.

"Goodnight."

"Excuse me?" Asked a man, walking inside as the bell rang on top of the doorframe. He had black hair that was growing out in length and dark brown eyes that looked almost black. His skin was lightly tanned and he was fairly handsome. He couldn't have been over thirty.

"Yes," Sheriff Stilinski said. "What do you need?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking nervous. He dug a picture out of his pocket, "I'm looking for someone. My daughter."

The sheriff took the photograph from his hand. A little girl with blonde hair and light hazel eyes was pictured. She was smiling broadly at the camera while sitting at a picnic table.

"Her name is Ruby," He said. "I've been looking everywhere for her. I have no idea where she went and...I was wondering if you saw her anywhere?"

The sheriff shook his head, "I'm sorry. I haven't seen her anywhere. Do you want to put out a search?"

"No," the man repsonded quickly. "She's probably out with her aunt." He laughed to himself, "I'll call and check. I was just wondering."

Sheriff Stilinski nodded and said, "If she doesn't show up soon, call for a search."

The man nodded, "Of course," and left.

The secretary smiled back at him. He was handsome, all right.

"Strange man," Stilinski muttered to himself. "See you tomorrow."

The secretary smiled to him and nodded in repsonse, going back to her computer screen.

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Derek slid the gas pump from the tank, screwing on the cap and looking at Ruby through the window. She smiled up at him and he smiled back softly.

She climbed out of the car and grabbed his hand, following him into the gas station. The bell rang on top of the door and Derek got something to drink.

"Can I get a toothbrush?" She asked.

Derek nodded, remembering how bad her breath would get. "Yeah, go get something. But stay close."

Ruby nodded and let go of his hand, running over to the cheap toothbrushes and picking out a glittery blue one. She saw a fuzzy purple hat with a long scarf attached to it and slots for mittens. She pulled it off the rack and ran over to Derek again, "Can I get this?"

Derek looked down at it and knit his eyebrows together, setting her toothbrush on the counter. "It's not even cold out."

She sighed dramatically, "Okay."

Derek rolled his eyes, "Put it on the counter."

"Yay!" She said, throwing it on. The cashier smiled at her and took the dollar bills from Derek's hand.

"Your daughter?" She asked.

Derek looked down at Ruby, she smiled back up at him. Shrugging, he replied, "I suppose."

The cashier nodded and handed them the bag. "Have a good night."

"You, too!" Ruby said, catching up with Derek and grabbing his hand again. She put the hat on her head and held out the scarf part to Derek, "Isn't it soft?"

He patted her head and said, "Yeah."

She climbed into the backseat again and admired her toothbrush and hat, playing with ears that were sewn onto it.

"Thanks for the hat!" She said.

"Yeah," Derek responded. He looked back at her and she smiled back at him.