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“Don’t you know just being here like this makes it better?” Taz asked. “Sometimes I don’t need a wolf.”
“Then what?”
“My lover.”
My cheeks heated and I looked away.
“Khaa.” I giggled, reaching across to hold my hand. “When I feel as if I can’t surface for air on my own, you’ll be my first call.”
It was about an hour later while I talked Taz into getting some sleep that a black car with tinted windows circled twice. When it appeared a third time, I pushed down in the seat so they couldn’t see me from the outside.
Since Taz’s seat was leaned all the way back, they probably thought our vehicle was empty.
“My little Devil?” I shook Taz.
“Mmm?”
“We have company.”
Her eyes immediately snapped opened but she slowly stuck her head up. When I pointed out the car to her, she picked up her binoculars. I was already on the phone with Tex running the license plate.
“Well, I think we have somethin’.” Tex was excited. “Stolen plates.”
When Tex grew excited things usually blew up or some bad guy wound up in one of his friends’ trunks.
A man exited the car, glanced both ways and darted across the street. When he looked down the street again, I quickly took a photo, zooming in as much as I could then dipped down again.
The car was empty now and that was weird to me.
“I’m sending you a picture.” I warned Tex.
“He’s heading around the back of Ma’s house.” Taz dropped the binoculars.
Before I could gather myself, she was already out of the car.
Hanging up from Tex, I called the elderly woman.
“Ma, there’s going to be a knock on your back door.” I told her. “Don’t answer it!”
“Who is this?” She asked.
“It’s Storm.”
“What’s going—”
The knock came.
“Don’t open the door! Taz and I will handle it.” I ran after Taz. “Get into the master bedroom, go in the closet and be as quiet as you can.”
Thankfully, she didn’t argue.
I supposed after years of having a son like Darby, this was normal.
Without a plan, we separated.
Taz went to the right.
I took the left.