Amanda's Wolves(68)
They’d found another note stuffed under the front door when they got home. They’d chosen not to open it yet, but it had the same handwriting on the front of the envelope.
Logan groaned as he reached behind him to snag it off the bedside table. “She’s right. We need to face reality for a minute.” He ripped it open and shook out the page inside.
Sawyer cringed. “Do you think maybe we should have avoided touching it. Fingerprints might be on it.”
Logan seemed to ignore Sawyer’s wise words and jumped off the bed to stand beside it. “Shit.”
“What?” Amanda asked, sitting up, her skin tingling with concern.
“Fuck,” he yelled a bit louder before lifting his gaze to first Sawyer and then her.
She froze.
Logan handed the paper to Sawyer, but kept his gaze on her. “Maybe the notes aren’t for me. Maybe they’re intended for you.”
“What?” Her voice squeaked. “Why? What have I done?”
“Applied for the wrong job,” Sawyer muttered.
“At the junior college?”
“Yep.” Logan stepped closer and lowered himself onto the bed, slouching his shoulders. “Dammit. Why didn’t I think of that possibility?”
Amanda snatched the paper from Sawyer.
Nobody wants you meddling in their affairs.
She shuddered. Her hand shook as she handed the paper back to Logan. “We can’t know that for sure. This could refer to anything. It’s ambiguous. Why would someone go to this much trouble to threaten me? There can’t be that many people who even know I applied for the job.”
“Because the people of both Sojourn and Cambridge do not want to be integrated, at least most of them,” Sawyer said. He set a hand on her shoulder and stroked his fingers down her arm until he grasped her palm.
She lifted her brows. “I’m not that easily swayed. I would never back down from doing what’s right because someone tried to intimidate me.”
Logan grinned. “I’m glad you have thick skin, baby, but this is a bit more serious. There are people in town who wouldn’t hesitate to ensure you can’t take that job.”
“What good would that do? The college would simply hire someone else.”
Logan shook his head. “I doubt they have another qualified applicant. You said the process was more of a formality yourself.”
“I’m worried about your safety,” Sawyer said.
“Mine?” She twisted to face him more fully. “What about yours? There’s still the logging thing. We can’t be sure that note was directed at me. You’re hardly minding your own business when it comes to the logging site.”
Logan wiped a hand down his face as she turned to face him again. “Perhaps the problems with the logging site don’t exist. I always was perplexed about how they knew I’d been there. No one is even a shifter. Maybe the entire operation is on the up and up after all. I just don’t see how anyone knows I was there.”
“And I don’t see how anyone knows I interviewed for a job,” Amanda added.
Sawyer shook his head. “Then why the spirits?”
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “You have me on that one. I can’t explain it. Maybe the spirits want something else entirely.”
Amanda folded her arms, feeling belligerent. “Well, I’m not backing down. And you shouldn’t either. The note is too cryptic. We can’t possibly jump to any conclusions based on two vague threats.”
“You’re not leaving our side.”
She rolled her eyes. “So practical. Forever?”
“Won’t take that long,” Sawyer added.
“You can’t know that.”
“It’s a pattern. The spirits want something. And when they do, they’re relentless. But we will solve it and move on with our lives.” Logan cupped her breast, making her arch into his touch.
“What makes you think whatever that black aura wants is related to the threatening notes or the logging site or even my job prospect? Couldn’t it be something else?”
Logan stared at her a moment, no longer caressing her skin, his hand frozen around her breast. “Remotely possible. But so unlikely. Not going to take any chances.”
Sawyer suddenly bolted off the bed, releasing Amanda and jumping to his feet as if the bed were on fire. “Shit. Fuck.” He scrambled for his jeans as Amanda lifted onto her elbows and watched.
“What?” She and Logan asked the question at the same time.
“That guy…” He tugged his cell phone out of his jeans and held it up. “What’s his name? Wolf.”
“Jackson?” Logan asked.