He sighed. “Are you staying at Belinda’s tonight or…?”
Or live here with him? Weird. No. “Yes. I’m staying atmyhouse, three minutes away from you.”
I could tell he didn’t like it by the way his whole body stiffened. The wolf in him probably wanted to grab me by the neck scruff, and drag me back into his bed.
Sighing, I stepped closer to him, and tried to ignore how the close proximity made my body tingle. “Look, I know I seem like five feet of a whole lot of nothing, but I really can take care of myself, I promise. I’ll protect our baby. Don’t worry.”
His body relaxed a little and he nodded. Then he brushed past me, walked to a picture on the wall, and pulled it back to reveal a wall safe. After punching in a few numbers, it popped open.
I was dying to comment on the fact that he’d locked my shit away to keep it from me, but I kept my mouth shut. As he handed me the items, our fingers brushed, and a searing heat traveled a downward expressway to my lady bits. I’d never been more attracted to a man in my life. God help me.
What a clusterfuck.
“Later, baby daddy.” I winked.
His normally stoic expression morphed into a panty-dropping grin. “I’ll be up late if you change your mind and want to sleep here.”
I faltered at the door, nearly tripping on my own feet. Did he just proposition me for booty-call sex? Or was I reading too much into it?
I didn’t know what to say, so I just ran out of the room, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into this time.
12Oh Hell
Cass clippedon his black leather, Gucci fanny pack, which meant shit was about to get real. Inside were magical handcuffs, some of Gran’s spells, and probably cigarettes and weird sex devices. His bounty hunter badge was hooked onto the side.
I was tucking my hair into a powder-blue wig. I had over a hundred wigs, although most were in our loft in LA. I usually tried to go in first since Cass was so recognizable, and then I’d flush out the perp for the arrest. The two security guards Brock had sent to babysit me waited dutifully in their car, parked behind my Jeep.
“So I’ve been thinking,” I said, “maybe we move out of the loft and… I dunno, move here. Mack could hook us up with the local hunter force, and we could settle down, grow some roots.”
My bestie raised an eyebrow. “I love you, like I would take a bullet for you love, but I’m not living in that old house with you and a screaming baby.”
I grinned. “Fair enough. I’ll live there alone, and you can get a studio downtown near that fae bar.”
He rubbed his big belly and nodded. “Now that sounds like a plan I can live with.”
Relief poured through me that he was down for the idea. “And I can bring the screaming baby over on the weekends. We can meet for brunch.” I was totally fucking with him on purpose and he knew it.
“Brock’s rich, right? Hire a nanny and meet me for brunch alone.” He handed me two magazines of silver bullets.
I chuckled, while loading one of them into my gun, and shoved the other in my belt. It would take more than silver bullets to take down the siren, but it should slow her down enough for Gran’s spells to work. “All right, what’s our plan?” I asked. “Go in guns blazing, like that one time in San Francisco? Or sneak in the back, and use a finder spell like that time in Santa Barbara?”
Cass rubbed his pink goatee. “We don’t want to piss off the local vampire seethe, especially if you are going to be living here. I say we text Molly, have her ID Calista, and tell us exactly where she is. Then we go in the back, make it quick and painless, and offer the house lord a future favor for crashing the party.”
I nodded. Cass was the diplomatic one. I was well within my right to blow out the front door for harboring a fugitive, but he was right. We didn’t want local enemies.
Whipping out my phone, I texted Molly. It turned out I’d been right. She was a supernatural groupie, and even admitted as much. She was trying to get the vampires to turn her. She’d even asked Brock if he’d make her a werewolf, but he’d just laughed and left the room.
Evie:Don’t give anything away, but do you have eyes on the siren?
Her reply was instant.
Molly:Affirmative.
The use of lingo made me grin, and a thrill went through me that we were finally going to catch this bitch.
Evie:We’re out front. Where is she?
Molly:Back patio, overlooking pool with the head of seethe.
