“It’s fine,” Owen said from somewhere beyond Gillian. “She’s bored here anyway. As soon as she knew you had a patient, she wanted to be back there.”
Pursing his lips, Brett climbed back into the car and drove it into the garage. “If your mate is bored, Owen, maybe you should practice distracting her.”
“Ha. I think you have your hands full with Colby, maybe you should distract her.” The suggestion didn’t sound remotely distasteful. In fact, his wolf pounced at the idea, but Brett shook his head even though the couple couldn’t see him.
“I’ll let you know what Mother says. Try to enjoy a few more hours if you can.”
“Pfft, we’ll be in later tonight. If Luc’s in wolf form, you might consider moving him to Hatcher’s. It might be easier to keep Colby from seeing him and make sure she’s there when I get there.” Gillian’s little dictates amused him. “I meant what I said, I want to meet her.”
“Yes, little wolf, I heard you the first time. Go play with your mate and try to remember if the healer doesn’t take care of herself, she can’t take care of anyone else.” He hung up the phone and shut off the vehicle. Pocketing her keys, he reached under the dash for the fuse box. After popping it open, he pulled two fuses out, then closed the box again. No way she could start the car if the ignition switch didn’t work even if she found her keys.
Two bags, some blankets and a box of photographs filled the backseat. All hers, nothing of Luc’s. Was she running away from something in Maine? Glancing at her purse, he considered opening it for her I.D. but some lessons were ingrained from childhood. A man never went into a woman’s purse, and since his mother was in the house, she’d knock his head off if he snooped.
Dialing a number, he waited for Pierce to answer. The Hunter didn’t make him wait long. “Sir?”
“We have a human guest. Spread the word so no one shows up here in wolf form, then do a background check on a Colby Jensen. She was at the hospital where Luc was in Maine. Oh, and call Dan Skinner, the Enforcer up there, and let him know Luc is here.”
“Yes, sir. Anything else?”
Brett considered the request. “Not yet…check on Trent’s Hunters, make sure he’s having a good weekend.”
“Will do.” Pierce disconnected and Brett retrieved the two suitcases before locking her car. Inside, he set the cases by the door and slid her keys into his pocket. His mother was still upstairs with Luc and he could hear Colby in the shower. An image of her under the spray flashed through his mind and he scowled. The last thing he needed was to be lusting after Luc’s woman—or whatever the hell she was.
“Brett?” his father called from the kitchen. “Come talk to me.”
Fantastic. His Saturday just kept getting better. “Coming, Dad.”
How his father managed to reduce him from Alpha to recalcitrant teenager he’d never know—or admit to—but the man did. In the kitchen, his father nodded to the table. “Why don’t you set that while we talk?”
Irritation scraped against his nerves. He had a thousand things to be doing, but sure…he could set a table. “What’s up, Dad?”
Chapter Five
Standing beneath the shower spray and rinsing the borrowed conditioner from her hair, Colby blinked slowly. Why the hell was she in the shower? The tense, hot guy told her to take one and promised to deliver her suitcases, but she didn’t know him. So why the hell had she done what he told her to do? She’d planned to leave, be in her car and heading south to Florida.
“So why am I in here?” Rubbing a hand over her face, she sluiced off the rest of the soap. All the products in the guest shower were nice and smelled like fresh island pineapple and sweet coconut—I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain… Oh, hell. Now she had an earworm. Shutting off the water, she squeezed out the length of her soaked hair.
The shower had worked to clear her head and rinse away the cloying antiseptic scent from the hospital. Her car stunk of it, but then she couldn’t really blame the patient she’d agreed to transport. The gown had been clean, hence the antiseptic scent, but she had no idea when the last time Luc had been given a sponge bath. His musky odor coupled with the plaster and gown? Yeah the interior of her car had stunk.
After sliding the door open, she grabbed a towel. The thick plushness was inviting. One towel wrapped around her head to contain her hair, she grabbed a second for her body. The softness of the towels seemed like a luxury. Wrapping one firmly around her middle, she reached for her discarded shorts and checked the pocket for her phone.