Rebecca’s Wolves(41)

She slumped her shoulders. “Fine. You sure you can keep up?”

He chuckled, his hands quickly spanning her waist and lifting her to spin her around so she straddled his lap. “I think I can handle it. Now, before we go, what about that vision you had of fucking me in this chair?”





Chapter Fourteen


Things did not go according to plan.

After Rebecca jumped off Griffen’s lap, insisting they didn’t have time to screw around yet again that morning, she spun on her heels and left the room. Minutes later, she returned, dressed in some of the limited clothes she had in her backpack. They’d done laundry Sunday evening so she and Griffen would have clean clothes, but she would have preferred to be at home where she could select something different.

Miles, now dressed and ready to go see his patients after he took the pair back to Griffen’s house, grabbed his keys off the counter and led them outside.

And then froze. “What the fuck?”

Griffen came to his side and followed his gaze. All four tires on his truck were flat, completely deflated.

Miles threw his arm out when Rebecca squeezed between them. “Back in the house, love.”

She inhaled sharply at his side. “Jesus, Miles, do you have enemies?”

He glanced around the clearing. He did not. Or at least none that he knew of. Still, he wasn’t taking any chances. If someone was hanging around trying to piss him off, he didn’t want Rebecca in harm’s way.

She grabbed his arm.

He shrugged free and took quick strides to get to the truck and assess the damage. “You got her, Masters?”

“Yep.”

Miles glanced back to find Griffen had wrapped both arms around Rebecca and backed her up to the door. After rounding the truck and examining all four tires, he was beyond perplexed.

“Shit.” He stomped back to the house, this time aiming for the garage and an air pump, grateful he’d decided it was important to own such a thing living so far from the nearest mechanic.

“What?” Griffen asked.

Miles swung the garage door up and rummaged for the pump, not responding until he came back out. “Far as I can tell, there’s no damage. Nothing. They aren’t slashed. And the caps are all in place. It’s crazy. Who would deliberately let all the air out of every tire and then put the caps back on?”

“That can’t be good,” Rebecca said.

Miles looked around. “Might as well help me. Whoever did this isn’t here now.” There was no place to hide in the area. He supposed someone could be lurking around on foot, but how did they get there? Unless they were a shifter… Dammit. In any case, he would scent someone in the area, and there was no lingering scent of a soul, human or shifter.

It took half an hour to get the truck tires pumped back up, and then they monitored them for another twenty minutes to make sure the pressure held.

Rebecca stood close by, nibbling her lips. She didn’t say anything.

Miles knew she was stressed about the time, but she wasn’t unreasonable. There wasn’t anything they could do about this inconvenience.

Finally, they climbed in the truck and started driving.

Miles scanned the area as they went, leery. He made his way back to the main road and then slammed on the brakes. “Son of a bitch.”

Rebecca screamed as they came to a stop.

“What the hell?” Griffen threw his arm over Rebecca between them to keep her from whipping forward into the windshield.

Miles had his arm in the same position on top of Griffen’s. “You have got to be kidding me,” he said as they skidded to a stop.

An enormous tree had fallen over the road, completely blocking their path.

“Was there a storm in the night?” Rebecca asked.

“Nope. Not even a breeze.” Miles popped his door open and jumped down to wander closer.

Griffen did the same on the other side. “Stay here, baby.”

Miles kicked the bark. “Fuck. This is crazy.” He ran a hand through his hair and turned to Griffen. “Convinced yet?”

“I’m convinced, dude, but I’m not sure of what.”

“Me neither,” Miles muttered. “But something or someone is trying to make a point.”

Rebecca wandered up behind him. He could sense her before he felt her hand on his back. She obviously wasn’t keen on staying in the truck.

At this point, Miles was so confused, he was glad for her presence. She was the only thing bright happening on this ridiculous Monday morning. He wrapped his arm around her and hauled her close, kissing the top of her head.

She had gathered up all of her glorious hair and braided it down her back; the long tail fell over her shoulder as he hugged her tighter.

Griffen stated the obvious. “Okay, so there’s no way in hell this tree should have fallen for no reason on a calm night in fucking July.” He sauntered to the other side of the road and leaned over the trunk. “It came out by the roots. No one cut it.”