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sick and wouldn’t be dancing that night, but he wished him well and ended with, “I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Slade ended the call and concentrated on the Subaru.
Slade pulled into the same parking garage as Jaxon. From there, tailing him would not present a problem. As long as the other wolf traveled on foot, Slade would be able to track his scent.
The quirky neighborhood, known as an artistic center, captivated Slade. He’d missed this section on his earlier trips around the city. Walking along the crooked cobblestone streets, Slade checked out the brownstones, antique shops, and upscale boutiques as he followed Jaxon to a midsize apartment building. He ducked into a shop across the street and made note of an intercom by the entrance. Jaxon pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Slade’s heart sank. It was beginning to look like Castle might be meeting some bohemian types who were sympathetic to shifters.
There were few high rises, which probably accounted for fewer pedestrians out and about, but Slade couldn’t take the chance of someone confronting him while he tried to break in. He took a shortcut through an alley to the rear of the building and looked for a window. There were none at street level, but the backdoor looked promising.
Covert agents were a unique breed. Given a challenge, they would always do whatever it took to overcome an obstacle. Slade intended to gain entry while creating the least damage. He tried the door first. A man in his training class had once made a mess of forced entry only to discover the door had been unlocked the whole time. This door was locked.
The old technique of jimmying a door, spreading the door away from the jamb without damaging the lock, didn’t work on the stronger doors and more formidable locks that were made today. With his good working knowledge of various locks and a basic understanding of how they operated, Slade wasn’t concerned. Using a few simple tools, small enough to fit in his pocket, he forced the mortise lock open.
Slade slipped inside and found himself in a storage area with a door that led to a first floor foyer. No elevator. It actually made his job easier. Tracking Jaxon in a five-story walk-up would be a piece of cake. He scanned the mailboxes to see if any name rang a bell. Michael Donovan 404. Motherfucker!
Slade took the steps two at a time. Sure enough, Jaxon’s scent led him straight to 404. Slade waited outside Mike’s apartment long enough to know this was a private party for two. No rebel insurgents, human or otherwise, showed up. He pressed his ear against the closed door and was certain he heard sounds of lovemaking. The scent of aroused wolf seeped around the jamb and excited his own need to mate. He wanted to howl. His wolf wanted to bust through the door. Down, boy. When had he gotten so proprietary about Jaxon Castle? He’d do better to concentrate on business and figure out what the hell his target was doing in his partner’s apartment. Cross that out. He knew what they were doing. But why? Were Jax and Mike partners? Or was Mike playing the same get close to the target game as Slade? If he is, he damn well should have told me. Much as he wanted to, Slade couldn’t go charging in there until he had all the facts. He didn’t like Mike’s methods, but he wouldn’t screw up whatever the hell his so-called partner was doing. At least he had Mike’s address now.
Slade walked back to the parking garage. Images of a dark-haired wolf fucking a sexy blond flooded his mind and stiffened his dick. Fuck. He had the night off and nowhere to go.
* * * *
Jaxon had come flying into Mike’s apartment like a bat out of hell. Mike barely had time to say hello before his lover slammed him against the living room wall and captured his mouth with a punishing kiss. Mike submitted to the forceful domination of his lips and returned the passion eagerly. His thoughts fragmented as Jaxon’s tongue trailed a path along the
Slade pulled into the same parking garage as Jaxon. From there, tailing him would not present a problem. As long as the other wolf traveled on foot, Slade would be able to track his scent.
The quirky neighborhood, known as an artistic center, captivated Slade. He’d missed this section on his earlier trips around the city. Walking along the crooked cobblestone streets, Slade checked out the brownstones, antique shops, and upscale boutiques as he followed Jaxon to a midsize apartment building. He ducked into a shop across the street and made note of an intercom by the entrance. Jaxon pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Slade’s heart sank. It was beginning to look like Castle might be meeting some bohemian types who were sympathetic to shifters.
There were few high rises, which probably accounted for fewer pedestrians out and about, but Slade couldn’t take the chance of someone confronting him while he tried to break in. He took a shortcut through an alley to the rear of the building and looked for a window. There were none at street level, but the backdoor looked promising.
Covert agents were a unique breed. Given a challenge, they would always do whatever it took to overcome an obstacle. Slade intended to gain entry while creating the least damage. He tried the door first. A man in his training class had once made a mess of forced entry only to discover the door had been unlocked the whole time. This door was locked.
The old technique of jimmying a door, spreading the door away from the jamb without damaging the lock, didn’t work on the stronger doors and more formidable locks that were made today. With his good working knowledge of various locks and a basic understanding of how they operated, Slade wasn’t concerned. Using a few simple tools, small enough to fit in his pocket, he forced the mortise lock open.
Slade slipped inside and found himself in a storage area with a door that led to a first floor foyer. No elevator. It actually made his job easier. Tracking Jaxon in a five-story walk-up would be a piece of cake. He scanned the mailboxes to see if any name rang a bell. Michael Donovan 404. Motherfucker!
Slade took the steps two at a time. Sure enough, Jaxon’s scent led him straight to 404. Slade waited outside Mike’s apartment long enough to know this was a private party for two. No rebel insurgents, human or otherwise, showed up. He pressed his ear against the closed door and was certain he heard sounds of lovemaking. The scent of aroused wolf seeped around the jamb and excited his own need to mate. He wanted to howl. His wolf wanted to bust through the door. Down, boy. When had he gotten so proprietary about Jaxon Castle? He’d do better to concentrate on business and figure out what the hell his target was doing in his partner’s apartment. Cross that out. He knew what they were doing. But why? Were Jax and Mike partners? Or was Mike playing the same get close to the target game as Slade? If he is, he damn well should have told me. Much as he wanted to, Slade couldn’t go charging in there until he had all the facts. He didn’t like Mike’s methods, but he wouldn’t screw up whatever the hell his so-called partner was doing. At least he had Mike’s address now.
Slade walked back to the parking garage. Images of a dark-haired wolf fucking a sexy blond flooded his mind and stiffened his dick. Fuck. He had the night off and nowhere to go.
* * * *
Jaxon had come flying into Mike’s apartment like a bat out of hell. Mike barely had time to say hello before his lover slammed him against the living room wall and captured his mouth with a punishing kiss. Mike submitted to the forceful domination of his lips and returned the passion eagerly. His thoughts fragmented as Jaxon’s tongue trailed a path along the
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