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Authors: Mary K. Norris
Tags: Romance, Paranormal
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conceal our scent.” He picked up a spray. Twilight Woods. He gave an experimental sniff.
He pulled the bottle away from him. Well, it was definitely strong enough.
Sydney picked up some kind of vanilla fruit blend. He took it from her hand. “You already smell like vanilla. You need a
different
scent.”
She studied him. It didn’t take him very long before he realized that he’d admitted to smelling her.
Shit.
He thrust the Twilight Woods at her. “Try this.” He spun on his heel to go look for other sprays.
“Hey.” She trailed after him. “You never explained what a Tracker is.” She doused herself in spray before picking up another stronger smelling one and misting him with it.
He jumped.
She grinned.
He snatched the bottle and squirted her right in the face. “Imagine for a moment that werewolves existed. Their sense of smell? That’s what Regina has.”
Her smile faded. “Do you think she’ll be able to Track us?”
Merrick continued to spray himself. A female employee stared openly at him. “She might,” he said at last. “She’s well acquainted with my scent. She was always assigned to bathe me.” Sydney’s knuckles went white around the new bottle she held. “She used to tell me she bought my soap specifically for me. It was Irish Spring. She thought Haskell was Irish. I felt like telling the bitch that my last name was Welsh.” The old anger started to rise, the back of his neck prickling. He recognized the sensation and quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Sydney’s body was turned away from him, making it hard to get a read off of her.
He wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder, to turn her around to face him. But he didn’t trust himself to touch anything at that moment. Every time his neck tingled the way it was now it meant his powers were lingering, waiting to read the next thing that touched his skin.
The clothes he wore had been specifically chosen from the bottom of their piles in the store. It meant fewer people had come into contact with them, which meant there were fewer impressions left for Merrick to pick up. He caught glimpses of bored employees, but nothing too distracting.
No matter how much he wanted to touch Sydney, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to pick up on her pity or worse … any lingering thoughts about Joel.
A low growl started in his throat when a flash of brown hair caught his eye. Merrick spun to gaze out the window.
“Is it Regina?”
He shifted at the last minute to avoid brushing shoulders with Sydney. He might have his clothes as a barrier but one could never be too careful. “We need to keep moving. What time is our train at?” They were going to take the BART out of San Francisco to meet up with Joel and the rest of the escapees.
She pulled out her phone. “We still have plenty of time.”
“In that case,” he made his way toward the exit, “we should switch stations. We can’t afford to linger here any longer.”
Merrick started making his way up Market Street. There was little time for conversation as Sydney huffed next to him to try to keep up. She was stronger than she looked. Not once did she complain that he was going too fast or ask him to slow down.
A glimpse of brown hair up ahead had him slipping up the next street they came across.
“Why are we going this way?” Sydney gasped.
Merrick double checked over his shoulder. “Regina was up ahead. We can circle around this block to bypass her.”
A lone man with his hair tied back in a ponytail caught Merrick’s gaze and held it. Merrick’s instincts went into high gear. That man worked with Regina. He just knew it.
He deviated off course again. Before Sydney could ask he spoke out of the side of his mouth. “There’s more of them.”
Her postured stiffened. “Is it the man who caught me at the station?”
“No.” He hoped like hell that fucker wasn’t near. He’d kill him if he laid another hand on Sydney. In fact, he hadn’t caught sight of
He pulled the bottle away from him. Well, it was definitely strong enough.
Sydney picked up some kind of vanilla fruit blend. He took it from her hand. “You already smell like vanilla. You need a
different
scent.”
She studied him. It didn’t take him very long before he realized that he’d admitted to smelling her.
Shit.
He thrust the Twilight Woods at her. “Try this.” He spun on his heel to go look for other sprays.
“Hey.” She trailed after him. “You never explained what a Tracker is.” She doused herself in spray before picking up another stronger smelling one and misting him with it.
He jumped.
She grinned.
He snatched the bottle and squirted her right in the face. “Imagine for a moment that werewolves existed. Their sense of smell? That’s what Regina has.”
Her smile faded. “Do you think she’ll be able to Track us?”
Merrick continued to spray himself. A female employee stared openly at him. “She might,” he said at last. “She’s well acquainted with my scent. She was always assigned to bathe me.” Sydney’s knuckles went white around the new bottle she held. “She used to tell me she bought my soap specifically for me. It was Irish Spring. She thought Haskell was Irish. I felt like telling the bitch that my last name was Welsh.” The old anger started to rise, the back of his neck prickling. He recognized the sensation and quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets.
Sydney’s body was turned away from him, making it hard to get a read off of her.
He wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder, to turn her around to face him. But he didn’t trust himself to touch anything at that moment. Every time his neck tingled the way it was now it meant his powers were lingering, waiting to read the next thing that touched his skin.
The clothes he wore had been specifically chosen from the bottom of their piles in the store. It meant fewer people had come into contact with them, which meant there were fewer impressions left for Merrick to pick up. He caught glimpses of bored employees, but nothing too distracting.
No matter how much he wanted to touch Sydney, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to pick up on her pity or worse … any lingering thoughts about Joel.
A low growl started in his throat when a flash of brown hair caught his eye. Merrick spun to gaze out the window.
“Is it Regina?”
He shifted at the last minute to avoid brushing shoulders with Sydney. He might have his clothes as a barrier but one could never be too careful. “We need to keep moving. What time is our train at?” They were going to take the BART out of San Francisco to meet up with Joel and the rest of the escapees.
She pulled out her phone. “We still have plenty of time.”
“In that case,” he made his way toward the exit, “we should switch stations. We can’t afford to linger here any longer.”
Merrick started making his way up Market Street. There was little time for conversation as Sydney huffed next to him to try to keep up. She was stronger than she looked. Not once did she complain that he was going too fast or ask him to slow down.
A glimpse of brown hair up ahead had him slipping up the next street they came across.
“Why are we going this way?” Sydney gasped.
Merrick double checked over his shoulder. “Regina was up ahead. We can circle around this block to bypass her.”
A lone man with his hair tied back in a ponytail caught Merrick’s gaze and held it. Merrick’s instincts went into high gear. That man worked with Regina. He just knew it.
He deviated off course again. Before Sydney could ask he spoke out of the side of his mouth. “There’s more of them.”
Her postured stiffened. “Is it the man who caught me at the station?”
“No.” He hoped like hell that fucker wasn’t near. He’d kill him if he laid another hand on Sydney. In fact, he hadn’t caught sight of
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