He shakes his head. “Nah. Those witches you put me on to helped me to hide in plain sight,” he says, making his tail disappear. “Ain’t had a one sniff around here since that. Thought I’d just, you know, pay it forward.”
“Tell me.”
“You heard about that rich vamp family in New Orleans? Lost their son?”
“That was a while ago, no? Wasn’t it the consensus that he had a lover they didn’t approve of, and they was just causing drama?”
“Yeah. But they done sweetened the pot with a reward, and now all of a sudden they’re getting hits.”
“What’re you thinking?”
He scrunches his nose. “I’m thinking he fell in love with a piece of shit who’s trying to figure out how to cash in on his golden egg.”
“Ah, poor bastard.”
“Exactly. But— and you have to swear that you never heard it from me.”
“Sworn. Tell me.”
“The piece of shit in question? A Fontenot.”
A growl automatically rumbles up in my chest. “Werewolves.”
“Seems like that vamp has a thing for dogs.”
“I fucking hate a werewolf.”
He smacks my shoulder. “Stop being so elitist. Like a wolf shifter is that much better.”
“We are,” I grump, adjusting my shirt. For one, we have control over our shift and aren’t turned into mindless monsters once a month. I get to enjoy being a wolf, not lament it.
Gentry rolls his eyes. “Werewolves can’t help being werewolves. They can, however, help from being assholes, but that’s not the path of the Fontenots.”
“You ain’t told a lie. What’s the play?”
“Family was just willing to pay for information. Fontenot wants to see how much they’d pony up for someone to ‘rescue’ their son if they felt he was in danger.”
“Well, now I’m wondering the same thing.”
Gentry smacks me again.
I hold up my hands. “Hey, now. I still wanna make sure the guy is okay, but if we can get paid while doing it, there’s no shame in that. I mean, the Fontenots aren’t all that imaginative. You know he gotta be in one of them big damn warehouses of theirs. I bet we find him before they can make their play.”
“Okay, fine. But you didn’t hear it from me, okay?”
“Nah, doll. I ain’t heard nothing but those pretty moans coming from your lips.” I lean over and kiss the heated blush on his cheeks. “I might could use another session or two through All Hallows'. You’d be helping me out.”
He shrugs as the door chimes. “You know where to find me.”
I take his hand, kissing his knuckles. “That I do. Thank you.”
Walking out, I grab my phone from my pocket. “Miss Lillian? Can you gather the troops? We might have a project.”
“Sure, sweets. How you liking your new phone?”
“I miss my old flip phone.”
“Now I know you lyin’.”
