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and jumped straight into the truck when he opened the door.
    Okay, that went well. The only thing left for him was to get in the truck and drive hell-bent after the fuckers who had his daughter. Provided the wolf in his truck didn’t eat him first.
    What the hell had he been thinking?
    Tom slammed a fist on the hood of the truck as he walked around to the driver’s side. Yanking open the door he was greeted by a lolling tongue and a lot of overgrown pearly whites. Was that blood on her muzzle? His heart skipped a beat.
    Oh, get in already. We went through this earlier.
    Tom took a deep breath and placed the rifle on the gun rack before sliding behind the wheel. He fumbled with the keys, two tries later he had the key in the ignition and the engine turned. Adrenaline raced through his veins. The bastards who took his daughter would pay for it. He’d make sure of that.
    Shifting into reverse, he backed out of the driveway, gunning the engine when he dropped it into drive.
    “Which way?” he growled and then blinked at the sound.
    What was up with those strange noises coming out of his mouth? He sounded almost animalistic. Well, hell, he felt animalistic and would go medieval on their asses once he found the kidnappers. What did they want with Elizabeth? He shuddered, thinking about what his daughter must be going through as he white-knuckled the steering wheel.
    He’d always protected her; what would she think of him now? How would she be able to look up to him when he let her be taken?
    You didn’t let her be taken. They took her. There’s a difference.
    Tom whipped his head to the right, staring at Vonda.
    “How the hell did you know what I was thinking?”
    You weren’t thinking it, you said it. I heard you.
    “Nope. It was in my head.” Was he actually arguing with a wolf? Even if said wolf was the sexiest woman he’d seen. His groin throbbed thinking about Vonda’s hair, her beautiful amber eyes, her hot body. How the hell could he be thinking of sex at a time like this?
    You think I’m sexy?
    “You need to work on that telepathy thing.”
    Sorry. I usually talk to wolves, not humans. You’re the only human I’ve been able to talk to like this. They can’t understand me. I’m surprised you can.
    “Yeah, I can understand you just fine. The problem is that you’re reading my mind.”
    Well, I wouldn’t be reading it if you weren’t broadcasting it all over the place. Seems to me like you’re talking. Hey, stop! I need to get out and smell for tracks at the corner.
    Tom slammed the brakes; thankful he had just turned the corner and wasn’t going fast. Vonda waited, staring at Tom. Tom stared back. If she needed to scent the tracks, she better get out.
    Do you see any hands over here? One paw dangled in the air.
    Tom reached across the seat and pushed the door open. Vonda leapt out and put her nose on the ground. She sniffed all four corners of the road, then stuck her nose in the air and walked around the corners. Her nostrils quivered as she breathed.
    As he watched Vonda make her rounds, Tom wished she’d hurry. This whole sniff-out-the-bad-guys routine took too long. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, feeling his blood pressure rise the longer Vonda sniffed the ground. Enough already. He could have driven to the Canadian border and back in the time it took her to sniff around the road.
    After what the dashboard clock claimed was only two minutes—he obviously needed to take it in for service since it wasn’t working right—she trotted back to the truck. The seat dipped as Vonda landed next to him, a wolfish grin on her face. She glanced at the door, then him, one paw waving back and forth.
    He grunted, reached around her and shut the door, holding in the chills that inched their way to his low back as his arm brushed her muzzle.
    Head to the right, their scent is the strongest in that direction. Stop if you come to cross streets.
    Tom shifted into drive and stomped on the gas. On