the
drive, Shaw pacing her on the short distance in.
When she sprang out of the car and came at him, Jordan
caught her, holding her close. “I’ve got you, baby girl. I’m sorry we weren’t
there.”
“Jordan.” She was shaking. “Jordan, I just left Wendy out
there. I just… I’m so sorry. I was stupid and scared and…”
“Shh. Come on.” He picked her up while Shaw dealt with
shutting down her car and getting her lights turned off. She was shaking,
shocky and pale.
She stayed close, sniffling. “I knew you didn’t do it. I
told them. My boys wouldn’t do that.”
“Of course you did.” He wanted to howl his pleasure to the
night. Her boys. They were hers again. Maybe this was a good thing, even if it
had scared her. Deep down she knew what her thinking mind might not yet.
Her hair was tangled, and she looked exhausted. About as
exhausted as Shaw did.
“She’s okay, mate?” The front door was closed, locked, Shaw
staring.
“She will be. Our brave girl.” He was torn between being
incredibly proud of her and wanting to beat her ass.
“Good.” Shaw headed over and grabbed her hand. “Don’t ever
do it again.”
“Do what?”
“Whatever. Leave us.”
“I was at home.” She settled deeper into Jordan’s arms, just
where he wanted her.
“You went out with that other guy!” Shaw just sounded
outraged. So cute.
“Uh-huh. You asked me to do magick to find your mate.” Steph
sat up and Jordan grabbed her, rumbling in his chest. His girl. Stay.
“You’re our mate.” Shaw leaned in. “You know that now,
right?”
“I know I love you both. I don’t know how the rest will
work.”
Jordan chuffed softly. She didn’t have to know. That was,
sort of instinctively, his job. He was good at logistics, once stubborn women
understood the basics.
She was still going to balk at biting.
Shaw leaned close, kissed her, then settled close. “Our
mate.”
He was damn happy she was safe. He hugged her tight, then
put an arm around Shaw to hold his other lover. Jordan was confident that alpha
Brett would handle the real criminal, leaving them time to bond.
And if not, if that bastard came here, Jordan would tear his
throat out, protecting his mates.
She stopped shaking after a while and Jordan nudged her face
up so he could kiss her.
Her lips opened and she sighed, fingers reaching for Shaw.
Shaw moaned a little and pushed into the kiss. It was more
gentle than hot, but the three of them connected and it felt good. So good.
Steph’s hand was on his belly, solid and warm, moving in
slow circles. He could have stayed right there all night, but his damn phone
came to life, the Lumberjack Song ringing out. Brett.
“Hello?”
“Do you have her?”
“You mean Steph? Yeah. You get him?” He sure hoped this was
all over.
“No. The son of a bitch gave us the slip and his fucking
scent is everywhere. I want you two to keep her with you, safe. He saw her,
knew she ran.”
“Shit. I could help you with the hunt.” Not that he had any
real desire to leave Steph and Shaw unprotected, but he would be handy.
“You could, but we’re heading back to the hospital, make him
come to us.”
“We? That Wendy lady still with you?” Steph glanced up at
his words, sniffling a little. He figured she’d want to know about her friend.
“Yeah.” He heard Brett’s growl. Oh, someone was riled.
“She’s lucky I was here.”
“You leave Stephanie alone, you pushy fuck!”
“Get off me!” Man, that was pure command tone in Brett’s
voice. That Wendy chick had balls of solid brass. “You keep her there, keep her
safe. I’ll deal with the new crazies. Plural.”
“I will. She’s safe.” He wasn’t letting her out of their
sight, not right now.
“Good deal. I’ll keep you updated.” Brett hung up and Jordan
hugged Steph tight.
“Your friend is okay.”
“Oh, good. Did they catch the man?”
“No.” Damn it all. Shaw stiffened, pulling back to look at
him. “They’re trying
drive, Shaw pacing her on the short distance in.
When she sprang out of the car and came at him, Jordan
caught her, holding her close. “I’ve got you, baby girl. I’m sorry we weren’t
there.”
“Jordan.” She was shaking. “Jordan, I just left Wendy out
there. I just… I’m so sorry. I was stupid and scared and…”
“Shh. Come on.” He picked her up while Shaw dealt with
shutting down her car and getting her lights turned off. She was shaking,
shocky and pale.
She stayed close, sniffling. “I knew you didn’t do it. I
told them. My boys wouldn’t do that.”
“Of course you did.” He wanted to howl his pleasure to the
night. Her boys. They were hers again. Maybe this was a good thing, even if it
had scared her. Deep down she knew what her thinking mind might not yet.
Her hair was tangled, and she looked exhausted. About as
exhausted as Shaw did.
“She’s okay, mate?” The front door was closed, locked, Shaw
staring.
“She will be. Our brave girl.” He was torn between being
incredibly proud of her and wanting to beat her ass.
“Good.” Shaw headed over and grabbed her hand. “Don’t ever
do it again.”
“Do what?”
“Whatever. Leave us.”
“I was at home.” She settled deeper into Jordan’s arms, just
where he wanted her.
“You went out with that other guy!” Shaw just sounded
outraged. So cute.
“Uh-huh. You asked me to do magick to find your mate.” Steph
sat up and Jordan grabbed her, rumbling in his chest. His girl. Stay.
“You’re our mate.” Shaw leaned in. “You know that now,
right?”
“I know I love you both. I don’t know how the rest will
work.”
Jordan chuffed softly. She didn’t have to know. That was,
sort of instinctively, his job. He was good at logistics, once stubborn women
understood the basics.
She was still going to balk at biting.
Shaw leaned close, kissed her, then settled close. “Our
mate.”
He was damn happy she was safe. He hugged her tight, then
put an arm around Shaw to hold his other lover. Jordan was confident that alpha
Brett would handle the real criminal, leaving them time to bond.
And if not, if that bastard came here, Jordan would tear his
throat out, protecting his mates.
She stopped shaking after a while and Jordan nudged her face
up so he could kiss her.
Her lips opened and she sighed, fingers reaching for Shaw.
Shaw moaned a little and pushed into the kiss. It was more
gentle than hot, but the three of them connected and it felt good. So good.
Steph’s hand was on his belly, solid and warm, moving in
slow circles. He could have stayed right there all night, but his damn phone
came to life, the Lumberjack Song ringing out. Brett.
“Hello?”
“Do you have her?”
“You mean Steph? Yeah. You get him?” He sure hoped this was
all over.
“No. The son of a bitch gave us the slip and his fucking
scent is everywhere. I want you two to keep her with you, safe. He saw her,
knew she ran.”
“Shit. I could help you with the hunt.” Not that he had any
real desire to leave Steph and Shaw unprotected, but he would be handy.
“You could, but we’re heading back to the hospital, make him
come to us.”
“We? That Wendy lady still with you?” Steph glanced up at
his words, sniffling a little. He figured she’d want to know about her friend.
“Yeah.” He heard Brett’s growl. Oh, someone was riled.
“She’s lucky I was here.”
“You leave Stephanie alone, you pushy fuck!”
“Get off me!” Man, that was pure command tone in Brett’s
voice. That Wendy chick had balls of solid brass. “You keep her there, keep her
safe. I’ll deal with the new crazies. Plural.”
“I will. She’s safe.” He wasn’t letting her out of their
sight, not right now.
“Good deal. I’ll keep you updated.” Brett hung up and Jordan
hugged Steph tight.
“Your friend is okay.”
“Oh, good. Did they catch the man?”
“No.” Damn it all. Shaw stiffened, pulling back to look at
him. “They’re trying
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