Training Their Mate(22)
As expected she perked up. “Tell me.”
Though highly unlikely, it was possible she might be able to spot an issue with their approach. “I’ll take two other teams with me. We’ll enter his office by the back. Hopefully, our appearance will be unexpected and we can take him easily.”
“He keeps the back door locked.”
She bit her lip. He almost caved and hugged her. She had no idea how capable his team was and couldn’t keep a small smile off his face. “We have our ways of entering a building. Locks are never a problem.”
“Oh.” She glanced to the ground as if trying to come up with other roadblocks. “What if he shifts into a werewolf on you?”
His brother tossed him a smug look. How are you going to field that one, bro? You going to tell her Couch would be outnumbered five werewolves to one?
“We have our ways to contain him.”
Her brows rose. “Maybe you can bring a steak that’s laced with that poison that’s harmful to werewolves and capture him that way.”
She was clever, but there was no need to go to such an extreme. “I like that idea. If he escapes the five of us, we might try that, though I’m thinking he’ll see through the ploy. It’s not like he’s a real wolf.”
The foot she’d been tapping stilled. “Good point.”
He was able to school his features at her thoughtful response.
She turned to Dante. “Why aren’t you going with him?”
Dante squeezed her thigh in an intimate way. “Trax and the guys are capable to capture one old man. Besides, I have a store to run. One of us has to make money.”
You are such a little shit. Trax glared at his brother then dragged his gaze back to Liz. “Dante likes to meet and greet the public, so he does his thing, but we don’t need his salary.”
Her brows rose. Wouldn’t she be surprised to learn the depth of not only their pockets but those of the Pack?
“What if Couch isn’t at the office?”
“Why wouldn’t he be?” The thought had his mind shifting in several directions.
“He can’t do much business without a secretary. I bet it will take him a few days to replace me.”
“So you don’t think he could handle the day-to-day business by himself?”
Her gazed drifted left. “I’m not sure. He knows how the business runs, since he instructed me about what to do, but when he gave me instructions, it was like the work was inconsequential.”
Dante leaned back. “More proof that Au Pairs for U is a front for his drug running and possible human trafficking.”
“The man is such a scumbag. When you catch him, what will you do with him?”
Trax was wondering when she’d ask. “There’s a jail in the middle of Florida that’s just for shifters.”
“Seriously? Why haven’t I heard about it?”
This time he couldn’t hold in his chuckle. “That would kind of defeat the purpose of hiding the existence of werewolves if we did that, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” She glanced between the two men. “I want to come with you.”
He quickly sobered. “Sweetheart, there is no fucking way I am taking a girl with me to do a man’s job.”
Her mouth opened, and another erotic thought blasted him. Don’t think about the havoc her mouth could wreak. His damn cock twitched.
“I need to ask him why he raped my mother again after all these years.” She tapped her chest. “I need closure, too.”
“No way.” He polished off his beer and dumped it in the trash. “I need to get some shuteye.”
Dante stood. “Let’s hit the hay.”
She leaned close and looked up at his brother with adoring eyes. Trax held in his groan. He could see it now. Dante would want her to stay around, but there was no way she was living here. Liz would be a constant distraction and if he ever expected to put away the Colters, she would be a hindrance. Besides, the fact they were werewolves would surely come out, and that was the last thing the Pack needed was a busybody woman blabbing to the world about who they were.
She followed Dante, but he turned around. “Sugar, as much as I’d love to cuddle up to you all night long, we’d get no sleep. Trust me, I can go all night long.”
Trax had shared enough women with Dante to know his brother had the stamina of a flower deprived of water for days.
She moved in close. Jesus, if he saw them kiss, he’d—well he didn’t know what he’d do but he sure as hell didn’t need to be watching.
He averted his gaze and strode past them. “I need to get my toiletries out of the bathroom and some clothing.” He sure as hell didn’t need to go back into his room with Liz there. Sure, he’d need to use his computer that was set up in the corner, but only after she was up.