corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned her head, looking to the opposite side of the street. A young boy stood in the shadows, watching them. "So," she said, "Where is everyone? The town looks a bit deserted."
"Oh, the others will be along shortly. We don't get many visitors here but I'm sure half the town knows you've arrived by now."
"One does," she said, nodding her head to the boy. When Stan turned his head to look at him, the boy ran around the corner of the building and was gone.
Stan smiled. "That would be Jacob," he said. "He's quite curious. As everyone will be."
"I see."
"When you're ready, I can show you to Malcolm's. You'll be staying at his home while you're here in town. I wish we could offer you more privacy but as you can see, we don't have public lodging."
"All I need is a place to lay my head," Mitch said, walking around the car and opening his door.
"Well, that we can offer you," Stan said. "Come. I'll take you to Malcolm."
* * * *
Garrett looked up when Dan Reynolds stopped in front of his desk. He raised an eyebrow at him and leaned forward in his chair. "Why are you standing in front of me instead of watching Rayna?"
"Probably because I can't follow her past the county line," Reynolds said. "I figured you could so that's why I'm here."
"County line? She left Bluff's Point?"
"Yeah and she wasn't alone."
Garrett bit his tongue and took a deep breath. He stared across his desk at Reynolds and tried to calm his breathing.
"She left with Mitch Pierson..." Garrett could tell there was more in the way Reynolds paused. He waited, holding his body still and hoped like hell his face didn't reveal all he was feeling. The thoughts of Mitch and Rayna together caused the wolf to rage and beat against his flesh.
"I watched her pack suitcases into the back of Mitch's car," Reynolds said, "and then followed them all the way to the Interstate. They were headed south."
Garrett ground his teeth together, listening to the small crunch they made as his jaw tightened. Why this information surprised him, he didn't know. Mitch had never made it a secret he would help Rayna forget all her troubles, and him, and so far she'd acted as if she wasn't interested.
Apparently she's changed her mind. And do you blame her after the stunt you pulled last night?
Forcing himself to stay seated and not run straight to his car and chase her down, he stared at his computers black monitor. "They were headed south? You're sure?" he asked, ignoring the roaring inside his head. How could he protect her if she wasn't there? If she wasn't there, he didn't need to protect her, did he? If he didn't need to protect her, then why was his wolf sliding against his bones and trying to get out? Because your mate is with another man. A man that isn't you.
"Yeah, south on I-95."
Garrett looked up and nodded, waving his hand and dismissing Reynolds. He waited until he was on the other side of the room before reaching for his keyboard. A few clicks and several minutes later, he pulled up the DMV records on Mitch and wrote down every piece of information he could find. The desire to have them stopped was strong but without a damn good reason he could do nothing.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Damn it, why did he have to push her buttons every time he saw her? Why couldn't he just let it go? He didn't have to prove to anyone, especially her, that he was over her. Surely she knew he was by the way he treated her but the fear she'd see through his lies was always there. Fear that she'd realize he only tormented her to remind himself he couldn't have her. That in alienating her, she'd hate him as much as he hated himself.
His phone rang and tearing his gaze from the computer, he answered. "Kincaid."
"Hello, lover."
Garrett's heart skipped a beat before his blood resumed rushing through his veins. He'd know that richly accented voice anywhere. He swallowed the instant rage that clouded his vision
"Oh, the others will be along shortly. We don't get many visitors here but I'm sure half the town knows you've arrived by now."
"One does," she said, nodding her head to the boy. When Stan turned his head to look at him, the boy ran around the corner of the building and was gone.
Stan smiled. "That would be Jacob," he said. "He's quite curious. As everyone will be."
"I see."
"When you're ready, I can show you to Malcolm's. You'll be staying at his home while you're here in town. I wish we could offer you more privacy but as you can see, we don't have public lodging."
"All I need is a place to lay my head," Mitch said, walking around the car and opening his door.
"Well, that we can offer you," Stan said. "Come. I'll take you to Malcolm."
* * * *
Garrett looked up when Dan Reynolds stopped in front of his desk. He raised an eyebrow at him and leaned forward in his chair. "Why are you standing in front of me instead of watching Rayna?"
"Probably because I can't follow her past the county line," Reynolds said. "I figured you could so that's why I'm here."
"County line? She left Bluff's Point?"
"Yeah and she wasn't alone."
Garrett bit his tongue and took a deep breath. He stared across his desk at Reynolds and tried to calm his breathing.
"She left with Mitch Pierson..." Garrett could tell there was more in the way Reynolds paused. He waited, holding his body still and hoped like hell his face didn't reveal all he was feeling. The thoughts of Mitch and Rayna together caused the wolf to rage and beat against his flesh.
"I watched her pack suitcases into the back of Mitch's car," Reynolds said, "and then followed them all the way to the Interstate. They were headed south."
Garrett ground his teeth together, listening to the small crunch they made as his jaw tightened. Why this information surprised him, he didn't know. Mitch had never made it a secret he would help Rayna forget all her troubles, and him, and so far she'd acted as if she wasn't interested.
Apparently she's changed her mind. And do you blame her after the stunt you pulled last night?
Forcing himself to stay seated and not run straight to his car and chase her down, he stared at his computers black monitor. "They were headed south? You're sure?" he asked, ignoring the roaring inside his head. How could he protect her if she wasn't there? If she wasn't there, he didn't need to protect her, did he? If he didn't need to protect her, then why was his wolf sliding against his bones and trying to get out? Because your mate is with another man. A man that isn't you.
"Yeah, south on I-95."
Garrett looked up and nodded, waving his hand and dismissing Reynolds. He waited until he was on the other side of the room before reaching for his keyboard. A few clicks and several minutes later, he pulled up the DMV records on Mitch and wrote down every piece of information he could find. The desire to have them stopped was strong but without a damn good reason he could do nothing.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Damn it, why did he have to push her buttons every time he saw her? Why couldn't he just let it go? He didn't have to prove to anyone, especially her, that he was over her. Surely she knew he was by the way he treated her but the fear she'd see through his lies was always there. Fear that she'd realize he only tormented her to remind himself he couldn't have her. That in alienating her, she'd hate him as much as he hated himself.
His phone rang and tearing his gaze from the computer, he answered. "Kincaid."
"Hello, lover."
Garrett's heart skipped a beat before his blood resumed rushing through his veins. He'd know that richly accented voice anywhere. He swallowed the instant rage that clouded his vision
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