Page 53 of Wolf Desired
And Rafe, damn it.
How the heck did she get herself into this position?
“Where is Rafe?” she asked, hoping to distract both shifters.
“Staking out our targets,” Tiernan said. “An anti-shifter drug den. The money they make from drug-running is funneled to the WSSO. Per the case file we got, it’s a small operation. One we should have no trouble taking down.” He handed her a manilla envelop.
She sifted through the photos and intel and didn’t see anything particularly out of the ordinary. A two-man operation. One to cook the drugs and two to distribute. Small time, and not an operation that should require three shifters and a federal agent. Though she’d be a fool to underestimate drug runners.
“It doesn’t look very challenging. Why did Graves assign it to us?”
Tiernan shrugged. “No clue, but you can ask Rafe when we reach him. He’s doing recon.”
“I thought that was your job as a scout,” she said, puzzled.
“Usually. But for this op, my job. . .” He took a deep breath and then faced her. “I was supposed to keep you busy while Rafe and Maddox completed the assignment.”
That asshole! Rafe didn’t want her around. He didn’t think she could pull her weight.
“Then maybe I should return to Kingsley’s team. I’m here to work, not sit around and be coddled. I don’t think Kingsley would push me aside during his op.”
“You’re wrong,” Maddox interrupted. “A lot of shifters don’t believe humans are good hunters, especially human females.”
“You mean shifters like Rafe,” she said, trying to stay calm. Him trying to keep her safe was sweet, but infuriating at the same time.
She put her hands on her hips, wondering if arguing with Rafe was worth it. Probably not. Especially since staying away from Kingsley would give her more breathing room to find her target, even if she had to put her foot down with Rafe and force her way into this op. At least Rafe could be reasoned with. Sometimes.
“Fine, I’m stuck with you three over inflated, indulgent, arrogant—”
“Don’t forget sweet,” Maddox added, with that grin that melted her panties every time.
She shoved the scone in his mouth. “Eat, before you make this situation worse.”
He clutched his heart. “That hurts, angel,” he mumbled with a mouth full of delicious smelling buttery scone.
Maddox waggled his brows so playfully that she wanted to ignore this assignment, run off into the woods with him, and do naughty stuff with him. He ran his tongue over his upper lip.
Really naughty stuff.
Ignore them!
She cupped his cheek. It was her time to tease. “I didn’t know you were so fragile, Maddox.”
With the most serious expression she’d seen from him in a while, he laid his hand over hers and said, “Hardly fragile. Perhaps I should prove it.”
Panty-melting was one thing, but hers just disintegrated from the nuclear level heat he was giving off.
Tiernan cleared his throat. Both turned to him. His thinned lips said enough. They were pushing him to his limit.
“Rafe is waiting for us. For Maddox, that is.”
“He’s getting all three of us, whether he likes it or not. Thank you for being honest with me, Tiernan. That means a lot.”
He tipped his head, pleased but still seething from her interactions with Maddox.
She took his face in her hands. “I think when this is over, you and I need to talk. About what happened in the woods, everything.”
“You’re not going to help me,” he said.
