Molly nodded and got busy unloading the boxes. I would’ve helped, but I didn’t need Sabine or Brock on my back for lifting weight in my delicate condition. Cass tried to help her, but the boxes were nearly as big as he was and he couldn’t quite manage to wrap his stubby arms around them, especially with his belly in the way. In the end, he flew up into the cab and pushed the boxes toward her, trying to look extra strong while he did it, flexing his muscles on purpose. I bit back a smile, because Cass would kill me if he noticed I was laughing at his expense.
“We’ll start wading through all this stuff,” Molly offered, and she and Cass finally waved me off. Reo and Haru opened the door to the cabin and started carrying boxes inside.
When I reached Brock’s mansion, he was already outside waiting for me. I jumped out of the truck and grinned. “You’re stalking me with GPS, aren’t you?”
A sexy smirk lit up his face as I drew close to him. “That, and you’re pack. I can sense you.” His voice was rough as he ran a hand through my hair and tucked me into his body.
Hello, Baby Daddy.I rose onto my tip-toes and pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, just as I had that first night at the bar.
Brock growled. “I’ve missed you.”
Warmth spread down my chest to pool between my legs. “I’ve missed you too.”
“Tell me everything that happened at the station.” He laced his fingers through mine and led me inside, where Sabine was waiting inside the living room with her pokey tools.
I feigned surprise. “Are you asking me to divulge official business?”
He glared, crossing his arms. “Woman…”
I chuckled, sitting down to allow Sabine to slide the needle into my arm.
While my treatment got under way, I told him everything about the human victims and my near absolute surety that it was the siren.
“Well, we’ve got to catch her!” he roared. “She can’t get away with doing that kind of shit in my territory.”
“Yeah, my boss is sending two more bounty hunters to help.” I pretended to be nonchalant, but I found myself picking at invisible lint on my shirt with my free arm before I noticed and stopped myself.
Brock was staring at me. “Okay. That’s good, right?” But he dragged out the question. He knew something was up.
I swallowed hard, finding the carpet suddenly fascinating. “Totally good. It’s this really great bounty hunter, Kenzie,annnnd… my ex-boyfriend, Jack.”
“Your what?” His voice was stone cold, and Sabine took that moment to quickly exit the room with some mumbled excuse about needing to get more gauze or some line like that. Sabine was always prepared.
I winced. “My …werewolfex-boyfriend, Jack.”
Werewolves were uber territorial. Having a wolf on his land that wasn’t pack would be hard enough without it being my ex. Jack would probably need to ask his permission to be here if it was more than passing through. Werewolves were big on protocol.
Fur rippled down Brock’s arms and my eyes widened. Was he so mad that he would shift?
“Evie,” he growled, “there is no fucking way I’m letting another wolf onto my land. Another wolf that’s beenall overyou.”
I frowned. “Okay, I understand. I’ll meet them at the hotel bar and we’ll do all our business off the land.”
“No! I need to be there when you’re around him.” His voice held disbelief that I would suggest such a thing.
This time I grinned. “Brock Adams, are you jealous?”
He growled and sat on the couch next to me, pressing his warm, muscular thigh against mine. Tingles swept across my body, leaving me flushed, and his touch wasn’t even sexual … yet. His intentions were scrawled all across his beautiful face. He was going to lay claim to me the very second Sabine pulled this needle from my arm.
“You’re damn right I’m jealous. You’re mine, Evie Black.” His voice was wild and smoky, and I’d never been so desperate to be free of the blood transfusion contraption.
He claimed my mouth in a kiss so steamy that my toes actually curled back in my ass-kicking boots.
My lips burned from the intensity of his kiss. “All mine,” he whispered against them, and I squirmed in my seat.
"All yours,” I whispered back, before I could question the motives of my traitorous mouth.
His gaze burned at my answer and he growled, deep and rumbly. When he kissed me again, and danced his tongue against mine, I knew I’d spoken the truth.
