Page 112 of Her Wolf

Except for her eyes. Her eyes were pretty enough, but they weren’t the burnished gold of Eleodora’s.

And he doubted this woman tasted so sweet. So inexperienced. So…ripe for the picking.

Kane swallowed hard, forced his focus away from the pretty blond, and made a quick study of the three men.

Milo stared expressionlessly at the laptop’s screen. Lars was shaking his head, eyes darting as if he was trying to calculate the best route between the two.

Bailey, on the other hand, stared only at one spot.

Duncan’s safe house.

“Tell you what,” Kane said, pointing out the tracker’s last location. “We’ll split up. Two of us can go to the safe house, the other two—”

“Three!” chimed in the blond, making Kane grit his teeth.

“Forget it,” Milo said, stepping back. “It could be a dead end. We’re going to where Cora was—”

“That could be a dead end!” Bailey cut in. “I say we go to this safe house and see what—”

“Guys. Guys!” Lars stepped between the two men, a hand on either’s chest. “Enough.”

It was a strangely intimate touch, and one that neither man seemed to flinch away from.

Another interesting nugget that Kane squirreled away to think on later.

“There are four of us,” Kane said again, utter calm in his voice.

“Like we’ll trust you to—” Lars began, but Kane held up a hand.

“I want to find her just as much as you do.” He injected as much emotion into his words as he could muster. It must have done the trick; the three men shared a glance before facing him again.

“Fine,” Milo said, and then stepped forward in a rush. “But you’re coming with me so I can keep an eye on you.”

He couldn’t have planned it better himself. Kane gave a tight smile, and hurriedly moved over the seat so Milo could take the wheel of his Jeep.

Bailey and Lars shared a look. “Shotgun,” Lars said, and then beckoned at Kane. “Turn that screen here so I can get the address.” He used a smart phone to take a picture of the GPS co-ordinates of the safe house, and then showed the screen to Bailey. “Know where we’re going?”

Bailey looked at the phone, and then up at Kane. He frowned, and then nodded. “Yeah, I can get there.”

“You let us know soon as you find something,” Lars said.

Milo gave a curt nod and the two men walked away.

The blond stood for a moment, and then darted forward to open the Jeep’s back door.

“Don’t even think about it,” Milo snapped, pressing the button that locked all the Jeep’s doors.

“Finn, please,” Ana breathed, coming up to his window. “I can help. I can—”

“Get over here, Peaches!” Lars yelled. “We got more than enough space.”

The blond gave Milo a last imploring look, but the man ignored her as he put the car into gear and pulled off at speed.

Dust obliterated her a second later.

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