I took another drink of wine and started down the sidewalk.
The quiet helped. Walking helped even more. My mind began sorting through the wreckage of the evening, while my body focused on something simple and repetitive.
One step, then another.
That was when I saw the truck. Liam’s truck. It was parked halfway down the street.
I slowed as my brain processed the information. Then irritation surged back immediately.
What the fuck? He hadn’t left?
I looked up and down the street.
No Liam. No movement. Just the truck.
I kept walking toward it slowly, scanning the sidewalks and the tree line.
No sign of him.
I reached the truck, putting my hands on my hips as I glared at it. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I turned in a slow circle, searching the shadows between the houses.
“Liam!”
Nothing.
“Liam!”
Still nothing.
I took another drink from the travel mug and shook my head. “This is absurd.”
I started walking again, circling the block slowly while keeping an eye on the yards and driveways around me.
Movement caught my attention near the tree line across the street as a wolf stepped out from the shadows.
My brain took half a second to react before the rest of me caught up. “Jesus Christ.”
The large, gray wolf stopped when it saw me, its ears flattening against its head.
“Seriously?” I asked.
One second there was a wolf; the next Liam was standing between the trees. He ran a hand through his hair and walked toward me.
I folded my arms. “What are you doing?”
He stopped a few feet away.
I gestured toward the truck. “You were supposed to leave.”
“I will.”
“Then why are you still here?”
He hesitated slightly before answering. “I always do a perimeter run before leaving. Plus, I needed some fresh air before driving home.”
I blinked. “A what?”
