“You just want to fuck me shifted, buster.And right now, I have too much packing left to be able to do that.”
“Aw.”He threw in a little playful pouty lip.“You sure?”
“Trent Corbin Bleacke, I’ve been married to you long enough to know your tricks.”She nuzzled his nose.
“Can’t blame a wolf for trying, can you?”
“No.Besides, like I said, I amnotready to get knocked up again.”She ran her hands through his hair, tousling it.“But if you’re so eager to play, I guess you should start building time into your busy schedule to come visit me in Florida, huh?”
He slanted his lips over hers in a possessive, scorching kiss.“You suuure?”he playfully asked.
“Sure that I have too much to do and don’t want to get knocked up again?Absolutely.”
He sighed melodramatically.“Then I guess I’d better help you pack, huh?”
“If you don’t want a cold shoulder and a set of blue balls when you get your ass to Florida, uh, yeah.”
Snickering, he laced fingers with her as they slowly made their way back toward the house.“Love you, baby.”
“Love you, too, Spare Heir.”
He laughed at their old, private joke.“That’ll never not be funny to me.”
ChapterNine
Peyton
The next morning,Peyton was in the dining room with Trevor.The large table was covered with maps and printouts of aerial photos that they were busy scouring for any sign of the lab’s location when Trevor’s cell phone rang.
“Yes?”
Peyton sensed a seismic shift in the other man when his face dropped and he leaned back in his chair.“Bloody hell,” he muttered.“Are you certain?”
Oh, boy.
“Hold on,” Trevor said.He put his phone into speaker mode and set it on the table.“I have Peyton Bleacke here.Go ahead and say that again.”
“Faegan Lewis is confirmed dead, sir.”
“You’re certain it’s Faegan Lewis?”Trevor asked.
Peyton silently pumped his fist.
“Yes, sir,” the man said.
“Did he give up any information before you killed him?”Trevor asked.
“Eh, well, you see, we didn’tkillhim, exactly.”
“What?”Peyton and Trevor both said.“Is he dead, or isn’t he?”Trevor asked.
“He is.Here’s what happened…”
One of their people was a human who didn’t smell like a wolf.She’d contacted various rescue groups and animal shelters, saying that her beloved corgi had died recently, and she was looking to replace him with a similar corgi, if possible.
A quite large one.
She’d also made considerable donations with pack money to the various rescue groups and shelters to notify her immediately if any dogs showed up meeting her description.
