Page 6 of Fastlander Fealty

“Pen too,” he said, holding his hand out, palm up.

She placed them both in his hand, and then watched in confusion as he turned to the second page and scribbled onto it.

Was he giving her his number now?

He closed it and set it in front of her, and stood. “Captain is right. You are interesting. Float the river while you’re here. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

“I will,” she uttered softly as she watched him walk away.

He was tall and very handsome, and had an easy way that had her heartrate settling already. When he disappeared around the corner, Silver pulled the notebook toward her and opened it to the second page.

Owen Carson

Fastlanders

She jerked her gaze back to where he’d disappeared. Holy crap. He was one of the Fastlanders. He was Owen, the boar shifter. She hadn’t recognized him from the picture on his registration, because his hair had been buzzed short in it, and the picture had been extremely grainy.

A breath huffed out of her lungs, and she stood, and jogged to the corner of the porch and looked out at the parking lot to try and flag him down, but there was a white pickup truck speeding out of the parking lot, trailing dust behind it.

She’d missed him.

He’d signed her notebook. He’d given her a shifter autograph, like she’d told him she was interested in.

She could’ve been eating with him and gathering information about his life, but she hadn’t known!

This is your chance.

She walked back to her tray of mostly-eaten food shaking her head. That hadn’t taken long. She’d met two of the Fastlanders already.

And now she would have to wait and see if Captain messaged her like he said he would, and pretend she didn’t wish it was Owen Carson of the Fastlanders messaging her instead.

The nice man who bought her dinner and didn’t keep tabs.

He’d said she was interesting, but she really wasn’t.

He was.

Chapter Two

“She’s pretty,” Owen murmured, watching the woman stare out across the parking lot at the white truck that was leaving.

“She’s dangerous,” Lucia corrected him.

He studied the disappointment in the woman’s face—Silver. Cool name. “Who is her target?”

“Captain, I’m guessing. She gave him her number, didn’t she?”

“Mmm.” Owen narrowed his eyes and canted his head, watched Silver shift her weight from one side to the other, eyes on the dust trail that pickup truck had made. She thought it was Owen leaving. He knew it. “I can’t sense her animal at all.”

“Broken shifter maybe,” Lucia said thoughtfully.

Silver had dark brunette hair, but she had two blonde pieces that fell forward in front of her face as she looked at the ground. She seemed to be wrestling with something.

“She’ll ruin the Fastlanders,” Lucia said. “It’s her destiny.”

“You saw two ways before. Maybe people can change.”

“What are you talking about?” Lucia demanded, rounding on him. “I’m giving you the tools to protect yourself, and you’re sympathizing with some traitor.” Her eyes flashed a brighter green and she leaned closer. “I’m trying to save you. Don’t undo my work.” Lucia shoved him in his shoulder and strode off toward the truck her mate, Landon, was waiting for her in.

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