Page 55 of Eagle Eye
"You can take my car," I told him. "It may rain this afternoon, and you won't want to be caught on the bike."
Jack's face was stone, but he nodded. "Or you can take my uncle Jeremiah's truck. It's in the barn with the keys in it. Might need gas."
Logan glared at both of us. "You just can't help yourselves, can you? And I'm fine on the bike."
"What—" I began, but before I could get the words out, Logan shifted back to eagle and, in one powerful movement, launched himself off my porch and into the sky.
Bewildered, I turned to Jack. "What was that about?"
"Old business," he muttered.
"But—"
"Lunch?" Jed broke in, taking my hand and putting it on his arm before leading me off the porch. "I hear this thing called pizza is good."
Fine. They didn't want to talk about it. I gave in as gracefully as I could and smiled at Jack's granddad. "Yes, pizza is wonderful. But considering the circumstances, I think we should go to Beau's and see what people have heard or know or plan to do."
"Beau's?"
"They have pie. Lots of pie," I told him.
"To Beau's, grandson!"
I had to laugh.
Tigers.
21
Tess
Irode with Jack and Jed to lunch. On the way to Beau's, I called Aunt Ruby and filled her in.
"If you can't figure this out by tomorrow, we're going to go ahead with the evacuation of the town," she said, her voice grimmer than I'd ever heard it. "We have a duty to the children, elderly, and vulnerable."
"I don't want you to stay one minute later than you need to," I told her. "You are very important to me."
"Shelley wants to go to Orlando to the parks with the kids for several days. The school is taking the buses with all the parents and grandparents who want to come along. Someone evidently made an anonymous donation out of the blue to pay for the trip."
I wasn't on speakerphone, but the men seated on either side of me were tiger shifters, which meant there was no such thing as a private phone call around them. When neither of them said a word, and both of them made a point not to look at me, I got suspicious.
"Anonymous donation, huh?"
"Yes! Such a thoughtful thing to do," she said. "And such a relief to parents who need to stay behind and decide what to pack up—"
"Or what weapons to get out of the gun safes," Uncle Mike growled in the background.
"Uncle Mike went to work with you today?"
She sighed. "He says I'm not leaving his sight until we figure this out. You know how he is. If he could wrap me up in a bubble—"
"I'd have Tess and Shelley right there in the bubble with you," Uncle Mike said, and even on the phone, I could hear how much he meant it. Points to him that he'd finally been letting go and realizing that I'd grown up.
"Smart man," Jed said.
I heroically resisted the urge to elbow him.
"No, I don't know anything about overprotective men," I said sweetly, glancing at Jack but speaking loudly enough for Uncle Mike to hear.
