then.”
“I don’t mind at all.” Andrea sent the woman a grateful smile. “What time does the club meet, and where can I find it?”
Outside, Andrea turned to Sean. “Thank you. I appreciate your thoughtfulness in getting those permission slips ahead of time, but I’m perfectly capable of—”
“Sneaky, wasn’t it?” He grinned.
“I work for the Naked Truth . I’ve seen sneakier. Would you mind giving me directions to the science lab so I’ll know where to go this afternoon?”
He shrugged. “I could, but why bother? I’ll just show you later, when we come back.”
“I don’t want to take up any more of your time. Really, there’s no need for you to come back and meet me later.”
He leaned against his truck and crossed his arms. “What? Still don’t trust me? Come on, Andi. Is that any way to treat the man who cleared his very busy schedule to spend the day with you?”
“Please don’t call me Andi,” she bit out. Only two people had ever called her that—Sean, in college, and her older brother Nick. It might have been cute ten years ago, but now it was just plain annoying and resurrected memories she’d best leave buried. “Besides, I never asked you to clear your schedule for me. I know how to do my job just fine on my own, thank you.”
“Of course you do. You had a great teacher.” His lips betrayed a smirk as he moved around to the driver side of his truck. “Now get in, Lockhart. Time’s a wastin’.”
“I appreciate the offer—”
“Get in.” He nodded to the passenger’s side of his truck.
Okay, she’d tried to be nice. It wasn’t working.
She crossed her arms and stood still. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m not going anywhere with you. I have places I need to be.”
“Places I can take you.” When she didn’t budge, he shook his head and leaned between his open door and the hood of his truck. “Come on, Andi, it makes more sense to leave one car here. You can get it when we come back, or would you rather drive?”
She considered him carefully. “Why are you so intent on us leaving together? What’s your motive?”
“Because it’s almost Halloween, and I need a feature for the front page that week. Because you’re doing the same story. Because I know my way around, and you don’t. I can stand here all day explaining my viewpoint, but surely common sense would tell you the same.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “Still trying to scoop me, Hunter?”
He shook his head. “Come on. Would you stop being so stubborn? You can hardly consider me competition on this one. We’ll have entirely different readerships. Why shouldn’t we work on it together and pool our resources? Besides, I can guarantee we’ll have totally different angles on this story.”
“Oh yeah? How?”
He nodded to his truck. “Get in, and I’ll tell you.”
The idea did make a lot of sense. If he was offering, why shouldn’t she use his help? It would probably get her in and out of this town a heck of a lot faster than doing it on her own.
Reluctantly, she climbed into the passenger seat of his truck. His eyes were twinkling in a way that suggested he’d never doubted she would accept his help, and she shook her head, slightly disappointed in herself that she had.
“Okay, Hunter, I’ll bite. How can you guarantee our stories will be so different?”
He put the truck in gear, sent her one of his trademark smiles as he reversed out of his space and said, “Because, Sunshine, my story will be about you .”
“ Me? ”
“Think about it. What better angle could I have than a tabloid reporter coming to our sleepy little town and hunting werewolves for Halloween?”
“But—”
No, she couldn’t argue with the idea. She had to admit, it was a unique hook, considering he’d already reported the sightings to death. “All right.” She sighed, pulling her seat belt across her chest as she smiled at the irony of it all. “But at the very least you owe me lunch for
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