Page 46 of Wolf's Chance

He shrugged. “Not here to be popular.”

Oh my God, I can’t even…argh! I will not scream.“I’m not going until they are all wrapped.” Stubbornness was a failing, they may say, but good grief, he made me this way.

“Fuck me.” When he started wrapping them two at a time, I almost objected, but the look he gave me made it clear it was this way or no way.

I knew when to pick my battles. This wasn’t the hill Iwould die on. He was wrapping them at least, and that was a small win in itself.

Caleb stood back when he was finished. “Do you have a car?”

“Did you see a car?”

“A simple no would have sufficed.”

I was annoying him as much as he was annoying me.Good.

“I need a truck.” Caleb looked out the store window with a speculative look in his eye.

“You’re thinking of stealing a car, aren’t you?” Why was I surprised? “You arenotstealing from my friends and neighbors!”

Caleb looked at me as if I was an idiot. Which I must have been as I was still standing here when he quite clearly told me he was going to kidnap me later. “Why the hell would I steal a car? I don’t need the police tailing our asses for theft.”

Valid point. I didn’t tell him that, of course.

“You got anyone you can ask to borrow one?”

“No.”

He nodded. “Uh-huh, so your friend Lily, her truck can’t be borrowed?”

I hate you. “She needs it for work,” I lied.

“Really?” He smiled and it held no warmth. “Willow Harper, you are a shit liar.”

“Caleb Foster, you are a shit person.”

“Never said I wasn’t. Phone Lily.”

“No.” It was my turn to cross my arms and stand my ground. “What would I say? Can I get your vehicle to aid in my kidnapping?”

Caleb was not impressed. “If you think that will work, sure.Or tell her you have a potential buyer who wants to see all your artwork, you’re very excited, but you have to go to them, and you need a mode of transport to do it.” He smirked. “It’s not even a lie.”

“I’m not excited about this.”

“So a small white lie in a whole lot of truth.” He walked past me to the kitchen. “Don’t sweat the details too much.”

“You’re relentless, you know that, don’t you?” I didn’t receive an answer and, honestly, I didn’t expect one. He came back with a bottle of water for me.

“Drink, you need fluids.”

“I’m fine.”

“Drink the water, Willow. Hurting yourself to be a stubborn ass doesn’t make this easier for either of us.” He watched me take a sip, then another drink. “Phone your friend. We still have your house to do.”

“There has to be another way.”

“Do you have a license?” he asked me.

“No. Why?”

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