Page 108 of Hell’s Half Acre

She snorted. “You’re going all-in on these clichés, aren’t you?”

He laughed at her use of her own cliché. “What’s good for the goose…”

“The gander yields.” She pulled her phone out and checked it.

All the humor left her features as she gripped the phone.

“What’s wrong?”

She tucked her phone back in her purse. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Yeah, right. Her reaction belied those words. If she were anyone else, he’d dive into their mind and take the answers, but it was Sorcha. His Sorcha. He wouldn’t take what she wasn’t willing to give. “Talk to me, Sorsh. I can’t fix what I don’t know about.”

“I don’t need you to fix this. I can handle it.”

“Can I at least loan you a wrench?”

That succeeded in making her smile. “Only if you let me throw it at someone’s head.”

“Absolutely. You know I’d never protest.”

She patted his hand. What he’d much rather have her do was take it and place it on more tender parts of her body.

Damn.

It was getting harder and harder to pretend he didn’t want her.

Maybe I should let my father have me.

Hell would definitely distract him. Though to be honest, he wasn’t sure he could return home even to be punished. In spite of what Anubis said, he didn’t know what his father wanted or what to believe.

Old Scratch was an irksome bastard. Capricious and twisted. Up and down, often at the same time.

That was part of what he loved about Sorcha. She was even-keeled. She had a bit of a temper, but it wasn’t radical or even catastrophic. She was the epitome of don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit.

Amused, Luke pulled onto the long driveway that led to a good-sized gray ranch home. He could see why a werewolf would live here. As he’d guessed, there were woods surrounding it and a marsh in the back. Good place to roam free without worrying someone would call animal control.

He pulled up to the door and parked.

“You were right about this.”

Luke grinned at Sorcha. “Usually am.”

She snorted. “You’re so arrogant.”

“Don’t forget vain and conceited. Often at the same time.”

Smiling, she got out as he opened his door. Luke joined her and they walked to the door together.

Luke knocked and waited.

“What if he’s at work?” she asked.

“What if he works from home? See how we both can play this game.”

She rolled her eyes just as a middle-aged woman opened the door. “Yes?”

Luke flashed his badge. “We’re here to see…” Shit, he hadn’t looked at the werewolf’s name.