Chapter 11
Kane shifted to human form and dressed. After a nearly non-stop drive, they parked off a secluded fire road below a canyon. He slept near their parked vehicle. His ears and nose attuned to any hint of danger. Gaby slept in the back of the car. After he told her about the princess claiming him, she remained distant. He couldn’t blame her. She’d been hurt when she learned a man she dated was married. No way would she repeat history. He hoped another dream resolved his questions, but this time he didn’t dream or had no memory of them. Her alluring moisture and his constant state of arousal kept him in his own frustrated purgatory. Shifting into wolf form helped stave his lust, but not by much. The sexual tension had to end. One way or another. He took in a long breath and walked down to the car just as she opened the door. “Morning.”
“Hey.” Gaby blushed and grabbed a roll of toilet paper. “Call of the wild.” She headed behind a bush.
He smiled. “I’ll meet you in the car.”
“Okie-dokie.”
He heard a rattler in the underbrush, but far from where Gaby went to relieve herself. Nonetheless, he sniffed the air and tuned in for other dangerous creatures. In less than five minutes, Gaby returned. She yawned. “Need coffee.”
“Me, too.” He started the car and returned to the main freeway toward Las Vegas.
“Any more revealing dreams?”
“Not this time.”
She threw him a suspicious look as if saying, “Yeah right” and stared out the window.
He snorted. “Gaby, don’t be jealous of a dream.”
Her mouth slackened. “I’m not.”
“Did you know werewolves can detect the scent of emotions such as fear, anger and even jealousy?” Not to mention her sexual needs.
She huffed. “Well then, your emotion radar is off.”
He grinned. “I like a female who refuses to share her man.”
“You are not my man, or wolf, or whatever.” She shook her head. “Wolf charmers and werewolves don’t mix. We are frenemies, remember?”
Kane laughed. “Come on, you know we are more.”
Gaby gave him an insufferable look. “What about princess she-wolf? The one that claimed you.”
“If you take my dreams literally, why didn’t she stop my pack from mind wiping me?”
“Good point.”
“The way she tried to attack me in my earlier dreams, I wonder if she ordered the werewolf lobotomy.”
“Hmm. You might be right.”
“Also, why would I have a mate and then be sent on a dangerous mission?”
“Happens all the time. Look at all the military widows and widowers.”
“My wolf claims, if I had a mate, our bond would not allow us to separate for long.”
They pulled into a truck stop, filled up the car and grabbed breakfast and coffee.
Gaby opened her pack and counted her money. “Just a little over two hundred dollars.”
“Sweetie, by tonight we’ll have enough money to fly first class to any place in the world.”
“Without ID? Some security systems are not human.”
“Once we get to a safe haven, we’ll find someone who can make us false papers.”