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Corbin explained,Based on a map I studied with Adrian, I have a pretty good idea of this area. Grab my jeans and take off to the right of the direction you’re facing. I’ll feed you more information as you need it.
Amazingly, without a mouthy reply, Ares bit the jeans rolled up around Corbin’s sneakers. He trotted forward six steps, then stopped to look back.
Pixie stared at the carnage.
Ares let out a muffled growl.
Lifting her head at the sound, she took in Ares then picked up Eirene’s rolled-up clothes and shoes. She trotted over to Ares, following when he took off again.
Corbin had no idea how long this truce would last between his and Eirene’s wolves, but the sooner they found a place to hide and heal, the better.
Chapter 18
Eirene groaned at shifting again so soon, but now in human form, Corbin stood in front of her, watching their surroundings. He wore his jeans and shoes, but that beautiful male body was naked from the waist up. Why did he get to look badass while she’d end up looking like a wet rag?
Her clothes were on the ground next to her knees. She stood then pulled on her damp shirt and stepped into her crinkled shorts. Thankfully, the warehouse security monitoring unit remained in one pocket of her shorts, and the phone she used for her shifter ladies made it through that run in the other pocket.
How was she going to enter her snooty apartment building looking like a wild-haired homeless woman with filthy shoes?
She quietly said, “I’m dressed.”
He glanced around at her. “We have a problem.”
Of course they did.
She walked up to where he stood in the shadowed alley across from her apartment building. Everything appeared fine to her. “What’s wrong?”
Speaking out of the side of his mouth, he said, “Looks like a male on the roof of your building. He’s surveilling the area and may not be alone.”
She squinted up at the roof line, waiting until a head moved behind the parapet wall. “Crap.”
“I can get to my motorcycle if there’s a parking garage we could enter unseen.”
“There’s no underground parking.” What could they do? She considered everywhere she could go and said, “I have somewhere else to go if we aren’t followed.”
Swinging a smile her way, he said, “Give me a few minutes to meet you at that covered bus stop on this side of the street. Waituntil you hear my motorcycle approaching, then step up next to the shelter.”
“Okay.” She had come a long way since the start of the day for her to agree without knowing all the details.
On the other hand, so had he because Corbin had not questioned where they were going. She had a place owned by the group remodeling the theater. Because of her partnership in the theater, they’d offered it to her as a quiet location where she could practice without anyone bothering her.
She’d used it twice when she managed to slip her security detail. While Corbin was gone, she pulled out her phone to check quickly for a message from Nova. A text waited for her that confirmed she had the sisters and pup. One thing had gone correctly. They were safe with her.
How could it only be a little after ten at night? Her body felt as if the last hours had been stretched into days.
At the sound of a motorcycle that she hoped was Corbin’s, she hurried to the bus shelter, standing tucked up close. Would the guy on her apartment building see her?
Corbin flew up to the bus stop, hit his brakes, and she climbed onto the rear seat and hugged his body.
A bullet ripped the edge of the plastic panel on the shelter.
He accelerated so fast from a stop the front end lifted and dropped back down.
Had someone tried to kill her?
A mile away, Corbin pulled over and unhooked the helmet from where it had banged around on the handlebars. “Put this on.”
“Stop ordering me around,” she groused and yanked the helmet on.
