Racing Home (Dirt Track Dogs Book 3) (Paranormal Wolf-Shifter Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

arms came around her, pushing her back against the stairs, and Punk’s rough voice cut through. “We were so fucking worried about you.” She pulled back to look Annie over. “Where are your fucking pants?”
    Annie felt the blood rush to her face and looked up to see who else was witness to her undress. Drake and Beast stood by the door, while Blister was between her and them. His back was to her, but it looked like he was blocking most of the scene from the others.
    Thank god.
    She wasn’t ashamed of her body most days, but no one wanted to be caught in their underwear.
    Crouching, she retrieved the fallen blanket and wrapped it around her waist, tying it tighter this time.
    “They’re upstairs,” she muttered. “I’m going to get them so I can go check Red Cap.”
    Punk nodded. “I’ll go with you. Not to get pants. To check the bar,” she clarified.
    Annie rolled her eyes. “I know, silly. How’s the club?”
    Drake spoke up. “Club’s fine. Nothing got hit. Well…” His gaze went to Blister. “Unless you count your tent. Surge found it twisted up in a tree.”
    “Shit.”
    “Yeah.”
    Annie’s heart clenched. Blister’s tent was his home. No matter how small or insignificant it seemed to everyone else, she had a feeling it meant more to him. And it was gone.
    Racing up the stairs, her mind was working. Where would he stay until he could get a new one? Could he just… grab one from Walmart or was it some specialized outdoor living thing? She slapped her forehead when she realized the solution was simple. He could stay in the big house at DTD. Punk and Beast stayed in the trailer for now so there was an empty room.
    She pulled on a bra, a fresh t-shirt, and a pair of jeans, and grabbed some socks out of the drawer.
    But wait…
    She paused with her hand on the doorknob. Blister told her he lived in the woods because he liked being alone. In the big house, he’d be right in the middle of all the comings and goings of the club. The big house was their hub. Where they ate meals. Where they watched games and NASCAR. Where they socialized. She’d been around when Punk was staying there and it definitely wasn’t a quiet place. Not with it being Surge’s domain.
    Blister wouldn’t be comfortable staying there.
    But then, how hard could it be to find a new tent?
    Maybe… maybe she could offer him a solution. A mutual solution. He could stay here for a few days. With just her around, the house was always quiet. She could swear not to chatter his ears off, if that would make him feel better. It’d been easy enough to run out of things to say in the shelter. In return, he could help her clean up the storm damage. There was a metric ton of shattered glass to sweep up, among other things. She could use a helping hand.
    Plan settled, she went downstairs to talk to him.
    “Shit,” Punk muttered, her voice drifting in from the back of the house. “I’m never leaving her alone during a storm again, I swear.”
    “We should’ve brought her to the club,” Ella agreed.
    Beast’s voice was thoughtful. “It’ll take some work, but it’s definitely fixable. I’m glad she made it to the storm room in time.”
    “Hey.” Annie pulled up behind them as they admired her new tree wall accessory. “Like the addition?” She waved her hand in a grand gesture. “I was growing tired of the boring old door.”
    Punk gaped at her. “Are you seriously joking right now?”
    Annie rolled her eyes. “I have to. It’s either that or cry, and I don’t do that anymore.” She glanced at the others. “Where’s Blister?”
    The guys shrugged. Ella raised a suspicious eyebrow. Punk looked around as if he was hiding under the laundry basket or something.
    “Looks like he took off,” Drake mumbled, distracted by the hole in the ceiling.
    “What do you mean ‘took off?’”
    He squinted at the dangling plaster. “It’s what Blister does. When he’s had enough of people, he disappears.”
    “He just…