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“You may not like him, but I don’t think Sam would do shit to hurt me,” he replied. Considering what I knew about Sam after everything we’d gone through, I didn’t doubt that in the least.
CHAPTER 36
Just after sunset, the airport alarm went off again, and I tensed. A black SUV rolled through the gate and down the road toward the open hangar door.Did vampires drive SUVs?
“Stay,” I ordered, holding up a hand to Ryder. I put some space between me and him—protecting him.
“It’s fine,” Sam said as he crossed behind the jet to join us. “They’re with us.”
“Okay,” I replied as the stress in my shoulders relaxed some. I rolled them slightly to loosen my muscles. This whole thing had me wound up so goddamn tight. Wherever we ended up after this needed a beach. And open land. And no fucking people.
Fuck, we needed a vacation. A real, honest to God vacation.
It didn’t help that Cole and Sam were being sketchy as fuck with us. They’d kept to themselves while we waited around for God only knew what to happen. It took everything I had not to dip into my hunter senses to eavesdrop for some clues.
The SUV cruised slowly through the hangar door and parked off to the side with the others. The passenger door opened first, and Nash stepped out.Stupid fucker with his weird magic tranquilizing habits.That limp of his was new though.
It took no time for Cole to move around to help him. There was a quiet, grumpy exchange, but Nash finally draped an arm around Cole’s shoulders for support in the walk across the hangar toward the office.
“What the hell happened to him?” I asked under my breath, but Ryder just shrugged.
The driver’s side door barely opened before Winston lost his shit, howling and barking as he barreled across the hangar. A woman stepped out fast and immediately snapped her fingers. The dog halted, sitting when she pointed to the ground. His entire backend wiggled while he waited impatiently.
“Good boy,” she whispered, and he inched forward, pressing his entire body to her chest, which was impressive. She was short, but that dog was damn big comparatively.
“Who’s that?” I asked, leaning toward Ryder as my interest piqued.
“Andrea Carlisle,” Ryder answered quietly. “She’s an FBI agent.”
“She’s too damn hot to be an agent,” I replied without missing a beat. Long dark hair, sharp blue eyes, fair skin. She was petite and delicate in appearance. There was no way in hell she was an agent. They’d stomp all over her pretty little self.
“She’d eat you for breakfast, honey,” he warned.But ah yes, warnings like that didn’t work on me.
“I’m charmin’, baby, remember?” I told him, which made him chuckle softly. When she neared, I greeted her with my best smile, “How you—”
“No,” she snapped, walking right past me. I turned to watch her go and shamelessly drank in that ass of hers.
“I ain’t even said nothin’, darlin’!” I called after her.
“Don’t need to,” she yelled back. “The answer is no.”
I grinned. I did love them feisty, gorgeous, and deadly. Sure, she could probably beat my ass if she wanted, but I’d let her. I’d enjoy it too.
“I think I’m in love,” I said to Ryder as I faced him again, grinning like an idiot. The look on his face told me everything I needed to know.Yeah, I was an idiot, and she was so far out of my league.“She’s still hot.”
“Don’t make me punch a woman to protect you,” Ryder commented.
“I don’t know, baby,” I teased. “I might just start a fight to see you do it.”
“I’ve seen her fly.”
Hold the fuck up… he what?
“Hold on up!” I exclaimed a little too gleefully. I hurried across the hangar to chase her down. “You can fly?”
“I can fly,” she replied as if it was the most natural thing to do with her power. How the hell had she done it?
“Baby! She can fly! Can you teach me to fly—”
