“Fort Knox? I don’t think they had computers, let alone scheduling programs.”
“Right. Whatever. Listen, I have more pictures.”
“Someone else was out there? When?”
“Yesterday and today. Glad you set up that surveillance camera. I just checked it.” It made Roger very nervous that so many of those damn shifters were suddenly hovering around his site. It couldn’t possibly mean anything good. “Several someones were there actually. I think Masters was one of them, and another two were with him, maybe female. They were smaller. And those two were there by themselves yesterday as well.”
“Shit. You sure they weren’t just regular wolves?”
Roger rolled his eyes even though Mike couldn’t see him. “Dude, you have me well trained. I can spot a shifter by now. Two of them might have been smaller, but they were still larger than regular wolves. And besides, I’m not an idiot. Even when they shift, they maintain some human characteristics. It’s eerie watching them clearly communicate with each other, even nodding their heads.
“I might not be able to identify specific individuals as well as you yet, but I can spot a shifter.”
“Right. Of course.”
“Anyway, I don’t know what they could possibly want unless they consider themselves good civil servants or something and simply want to take me down.”
“You never know. I’ll swing by later and look at the pics.”
Roger stood and began pacing. “Do you suppose one of them could be those guys’ mate?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“She’s human.” Mike chuckled. “I already looked into her.”
“Right. I don’t think you mentioned that. I saw her yesterday morning. Too bad we humans can’t tell that sort of thing. It would come in helpful.”
“Trust me, it’s a burden to that woman. When a human mates with a shifter, it leaves her vulnerable. We can scent that she’s mated to a shifter, and she can’t even discern if we’re human or not. Bonus for me. Possible disaster for her.”
“Interesting. Never thought of that.” Roger tapped his chin and stopped pacing to stare out the window.
“Anyway, I spoke to my friend at the sheriff’s office. He wasn’t much help yet.”
“Did he even know anything?”
“Sure. He verified that Masters and Hamilton did indeed mate a human woman. But I already knew that. He’ll call me back if he learns more.”
“Great.” Roger ended the call and gritted his teeth in frustration.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Stop touching me,” Amanda pleaded.
Logan chuckled. “Never.” He flattened his palm on her belly and stroked his thumb on the underside of her breast, making it impossible for her to think.
They’d been lying in bed for two hours. It was late. After returning home, clothes had been nearly ripped off and tossed all over the place as if they hadn’t seen each other in months and couldn’t go another second without fucking.
Before they could make it down the hall, Amanda had found herself bent over the back of the couch while first Sawyer and then Logan took turns making her see stars. Quick hot sex one at a time in which they both came inside her, and she had about four orgasms total.
She should be sated. She was not.
Her skin heated as Logan continued to fondle her. Sawyer set a hand on her thigh again and tugged her leg closer to him so he could toss one of his into the V between hers.
“I mean it. This is serious. We need to talk.”
“About what?” Sawyer asked as he leaned over and then sucked a nipple into his mouth.
She shoved at his head, but her arousal shot through the roof again, making it difficult to find the strength. “Anything. Something. I know, how about my job prospects? I got an email from Dr. Burnhart today. She wants me to come in for another interview. Sounds like a sure thing. She mentioned discussing salary options and benefits.”
“At the junior college? That’s great.” Logan beamed. “Although we do need to discuss the ramifications of you taking that job.”
“What ramifications?”
“Doing research to close the racial divide in this area won’t be well received.”
“She mentioned that. I get it.”
Sawyer cleared his throat as he lifted his face from her chest. “It’s pretty serious, hon. Not to be taken lightly.”
“I’m a tough girl. I can handle the heat.”
Logan frowned. “Maybe. But this could be a lot of heat.”
She pointed at the bedside table. “More than whatever’s in that envelope you haven’t bothered to open yet?”