Rule Breaker(10)

            Rule knew the questions, he knew where to find some sources for the answers, but what those sources knew, Jonas already had. They needed Gideon, and Rule was afraid Gideon just didn’t want to be found.

            Not even the one small favor the feral Bengal owed Rule would be enough to fix this problem.

            “I’ll get to work then.” Rule rose from his chair.

            He prayed he could find something, anything, to get Gypsy off that list.

            “Rule.” Jonas spoke his name carefully, hiding his wariness at the tone.

            “Yeah?” Rule was a master of casual demeanor. He fucking worked at it.

            “Orrin Martinez made another request to meet with you and Lawe. I’m advising you, as your friend, to make an appointment and get it over with.”

            As far as Rule was concerned, Orrin Martinez could go to hell. They had nothing to say to one another after the trouble the Martinez family had given them when they first arrived in New Mexico, especially Orrin’s son, the chief of the Navajo Nation, Ray Martinez.

            “Talk to Lawe.” He shrugged. “As far as I’m concerned, I have no family here other than Isabelle and Chelsea. The male members of the Martinez family are just too far over the prick line to suit me.”

            Jonas’s lips quirked. “Understandable, but not acceptable. Get it taken care of and get them off my back. Quickly.”

            With that, Jonas pulled up the computer once again, a signal that as far as he was concerned, the discussion was at an end.

            It was, because Rule wasn’t meeting with the old bastard or his family.

            Leaving the office, Rule closed the door behind him before striding down the hall and heading to his brother’s suite.

            Lawe’s mate, Diane, had found the information leading the Breeds to the capital of the Navajo Nation in their search for Honor Roberts and Fawn Corrigan. Perhaps she would have something on the Unknown as well.

            Something that would get Jonas off Gypsy’s back.

            At least he knew there wasn’t a chance of mating her. His animal instincts didn’t even twitch when she was around. Hell, in the nine years he’d been checking up on her, watching after her, he’d become fond of her, he admitted. But even once she’d matured, those mating instincts hadn’t appeared to even attempt to awaken.

            Just his dick.

            And in the past months, she affected that part of his body in a way that, for a few weeks, had made him wonder if he was going to have to run after all.

            In all the years he’d watched her, checked up on her, ensured that she was safe and as happy as possible, she’d never known he was there. He’d brushed up against her, moved silently into her apartment as she slept, and more than once he’d allowed himself to tempt the hunger he’d realized he was feeling for her after she began maturing into a woman.

            But he’d never gotten close to her in any way that would have allowed her to recognize him, or to come to know him until the past two months since the search for Gideon had led them to Window Rock.

            So far, he had reined in his impulse to take her as a lover and ignored the restless sexual awareness plaguing him.

            He should have taken advantage of the numerous offers for a one-night stand, given by both the human and Breed females. There were certain things a man learned about specific women quickly, though.

            What he’d learned about Miss Gypsy Rum was the fact that she refused to bed any man or Breed known to have a promiscuous lifestyle or one who had already slept with a female she knew.