“Yeah, right now there are several cars between him and us but he’s still there. 10-4”
Grinning, Alex said, “This is so exciting. Do you think he’ll try to cut us off? You know like in the movies?”
“I fucking hope not,” muttered Glenn, his eyes shifting from the road in front of him to his driver’s side mirror, trying to get a glimpse of the asshole—or assholes—following them. Expecting smooth sailing when they left Ghost’s house, Glenn hadn’t taken the time to make sure Sawyer knew what to do if they ran into trouble. Silently cursing himself for that failure, he quickly shifted through his options and, picking one, he pulled his phone from his pocket. “Here,” he said, handing it to Alex. “Call Dylon…he’s in my contacts. Tell him I need the gate open so we don’t have to stop.”
“Will do, boss.” Turning on the phone, Alex found Dylon’s name and pressed the ‘Send’ button.
“Glenn?” growled Dylon. “Where the fuck are you?”
“Hi there…Delicious Surprise here. We’re coming in hot with a bogey on our tail so we need you to open the gate.”
Taking his phone down from his ear, Dylon stared at the screen, checking who was calling him. When it showed Glenn’s name, he lifted it back to his ear. “Who the hell are you and where’s Glenn?”
“Gimme that.” Glenn took his phone back from Alex. “Dylon,” he growled, “We’re about five minutes out. Can you make sure the gate is open? We picked up a tail…”
“That’s what I said,” Alex murmured.
“On it,” Dylon said.
Realizing Dylon had hung up, Glenn handed his phone back to Alex. “Answer it if he calls. And I know that’s what you told him, buttercup, but Dylon doesn’t speak spy.”
“Ooohhh, why didn’t you tell me?” asked Alex.
“Guys, we’re almost there,” Sawyer said. “What do you want me to do?”
Looking out the passenger-side window, Glenn saw the wall, then peering ahead, found the open gate. On either side were a number of men shifters by the looks of it, guarding the entrance. “Sawyer, we have back-up. Stay close behind me and don’t stop for any reason. Dylon will handle the rest.”
“Got it. The road will lead you to the pack house.”
“Right.” Decreasing his speed slowly, Glenn waited until the last moment to apply the brakes, causing Alex’s trailer to fishtail before he brought it back under control—just in time to turn onto the driveway. Once past the gates he sped up, checking to make sure Sawyer was behind them.
Looking out the side passenger mirror, Alex watched as the gate was shut behind his mate’s motorhome, closing them all off from anyone driving by. “Wow! This is exactly what happens when the good guys are trying to trick the bad guys.”
Glenn chuckled. If only his mate knew how rarely it ever happened in the field—but then he never had Dylon and his army of enforcers to call on. “Hey, Sawyer, you okay?”
“Yeah, I have some cleaning up to do in here but otherwise everything’s good.”
“Oh my gods, look!” Alex pointed at a man on the porch of the house they were approaching. “That must be Mac. He looks just like our wolf mate!”
Stopping the SUV, Glenn studied the shifter waiting for them, a black medical bag in his hand. Alex was right. He was the spitting image of Sawyer.
Parking alongside his mates, Sawyer spied his brother waiting with a worried look on his face. Climbing out of the motorhome, he headed over to Glenn and Alex, concerned that Alex might have been injured by Glenn’s evasive maneuver. Pulling open his mate’s door, Sawyer helped Alex out, steadying him as he gained his footing.
“Yoo-hoo!!” Alex yelled, waving his arm at his mate’s twin. “I’m Alex, Sawyer’s mate…well one of his mates…and you have to be Mac!”
Grinning, Mac descended the steps, immediately liking his twin’s mate. He also noticed some changes in his brother’s demeanor; he seemed to be calmer than Mac remembered and obviously loved his mate. Reaching them, Mac held out his hand. “Hey Alex, you’re right…I’m Mac, Sawyer’s brother. What gave it away?”
Giggling, Alex brushed Mac’s hand aside before leaning in to hug him. “It was the doctor bag otherwise I wouldn’t have known.”
A bark of laughter escaped Mac. “Touché. You are certainly going to keep my brother on his toes.”
Wrapping his arm around Alex’s waist, Sawyer replied, “Hey, bro, it’s on you for setting it up for him.”
Just then, Glenn walked up on the other side of Alex. Extending his hand, he said. “Hi Mac, I’m Glenn.”
“Glenn’s a secret agent,” Alex boasted.
“Glad to meet you…your mother has been bragging to me about your exploits,” Mac said, shaking Glenn’s hand.
