Johnson turned, tossing Reno’s ID at him. He barely caught it. “You’re clean. Get your ass moving, and no more loitering around.”
Reno was tempted to bare his canines, but he suppressed the urge. They were letting him go. No need to piss the asshole off. Shoving his ID back into his wallet, Reno walked away, already plotting on how he was going to punish Baker for this.
A nice spanking would do, but his coyote growled. In the back of his mind Reno knew he wouldn’t want an easy prey. His beast had already given his approval.
Reno smiled to himself. If Baker wanted the stakes to be high, so be it.
Chapter Three
Baker glanced out of the window once more as he saw the cops talking to his stalker. A part of him felt like shit for calling the cops, but another part of him smiled. If the shifter wanted to play predator and prey, then he should be willing to accept anything Baker threw his way.
He really didn’t want the man arrested, but he was proving to the shifter that he wasn’t that easy—although his heart was in his throat. The moment Baker had looked out the window and saw the guy sitting on the front step, he had panicked. The shifter now knew where he lived. He might as well go back to work. Nowhere was safe for him now.
Glancing out of the window once again, he saw the cop holding something small in his hand. Shit, they were running the coyote’s ID. Baker had thought the cops would just come by and shoo him away. He didn’t want the man arrested.
When Baker had thought the guy would accept anything thrown his way, he hadn’t meant for the guy to go to jail. That was downright wrong. He grabbed his keys from the coffee table and hurried from his apartment. Whether the shifter intimidated him or not, Baker couldn’t in good conscience send a man to jail for sitting on the front steps.
By the time he made it downstairs, the cops were walking away and he could see the coyote walking down the street. He had been let go. Baker should turn around and go back upstairs. Nothing had happened, so why in the hell was he heading down the street after his stalker?
God, he was fucked in the head. “Wait!”
The coyote glanced over his shoulder and Baker nearly stumbled when he saw the expression in the guy’s espresso eyes. He really was handsome as hell. Why did it seem all the good-looking guys were either straight or crazy?
Against his better judgment, Baker caught up with the shifter. The guy stopped walking, turned, and raked his eyes over Baker. “What, gonna have me arrested for stalking you now?”
The tone was bitter, even if the man’s eyes looked at Baker like he was a snack. Maybe he should have just gone back to his apartment. “You warned me,” Baker replied, not letting the withering look make him back down. “Now I’m warning you. If you want to play this game, then be prepared to have your balls nailed to the wall.”
Was he really encouraging the crazy man? Kenway had said this shifter was his mate. Baker wanted proof. Just because the guy was—damn, he really was gorgeous. His brown eyes seemed intent, penetrating as a smile curved his lips. “Challenge accepted.”
“What’s your name?” Baker asked.
The man moved closer, his heat searing Baker as he leaned in. “You can call me whatever you want, little baker.” The words were tinged with sarcasm, but they were also very playful. Baker had never seen such a mixture of emotions before. It was strange.
“How about your birth name?”
The guy leaned in just a little closer until his warm breath could be felt on Baker’s ear. “That is part of the fun, mate. If you really are interested in playing with me, then you’ll find out, now won’t you?”
Before Baker could open his mouth, the man turned and began to walk away. Baker grabbed the guy’s arm, pulling him back. He quickly released the shifter when he heard a low, throaty growl. “How do I know you aren’t just some deranged man having his kicks with me before I’m diced up into tiny pieces?”
The guy actually looked offended. His eyes narrowed as he took a step closer. “I may be a lot of things, little boy, but a monster isn’t one of them.”
“I’m not a little boy!” Baker was getting pissed. This guy wanted Baker to trust him, but he didn’t know shit about his crazy ass. Baker didn’t know shit about shifters. This was all new to him, and Mr. Stalker McCrazy just wanted him to blindly follow the rules of engagement. “You know what, go stalk the postman. Fuck you. I’m done with this shit. I’m going back to work. If you come into the bakery, I’ll beat you over the head with a rolling pin.” This time it was Baker who stalked away. “Bent fucking bastard,” he grumbled to himself.