"Yes. Only it's not a military or research concern, but rather a confectionary company."
I blinked. Confectionary? "How does that connect with cloning or crossbreeds?"
"God only knows. Maybe they nicked the van and were using it simply because it wouldn't normally come under suspicion."
"Too much of a coincidence that my kidnappers were also taking me to a place named Genoveve." I frowned, absently chewing my lip. "You know, I have a bad feeling I've seen that name before."
"Most likely on the supermarket shelf."
"No, somewhere else."
He frowned. "Like where?"
I opened my mouth to say I'd tell him if I knew when the memory finally hit me
It had been almost a year ago that I'd seen the name, and, given the circumstances, it was a wonder I'd remembered it at all
I'd been on a date with a new mate, and we'd gone back to his office for reasons that now escaped me. Genoveve had been one of the files we'd swept off the desk in our haste to clear enough space to make love
I closed my eyes, part of me unwilling to believe that I might have been betrayed yet again
Because my date that night had been the director and owner of Rollins Enterprises
Misha in hell have you done to Talon?" he said, his fury evident even down the line
"What in hell does it matter to you?"
"He's harassing me."
That raised my eyebrows. "How can he harass you when you've gone back to your pack and neither he or I know which of the silver packs you come from?"
"I'm back because it turns out my mother was embellishing the truth. My sister had an accident but it wasn't anything major. Mother just wanted me to meet someone she considers a perfect mate."
I had a feeling he wasn't telling me the truth, though the bit about meeting a mate was typical mother behavior. I'd witnessed similar contrivances throughout my teenage years, before we'd been kicked out of our pack. At least neither Rhoan nor I had to worry about that - though part of me wished that we did
"So what do you want me to do? You're a big boy - deal with it yourself."
"I've tried reason, but he's off the rails." Misha hesitated. "He told me you two were exclusive."
I snorted. "As you said, he's off the rails."
"So if I get rough, you have no objections?"
"Not as long as you leave me enough to kick."
Misha chuckled, and the tension I'd been hearing in his voice eased. "Sorry to get hostile on you, but the last few days have been a bitch, and Talon was the last straw."
So he had rung me to complain? Somehow, I doubted it. Misha was a nice man, yet he was also a very successful businessman, and had always handled problems quickly, often ruthlessly. If he was seriously pissed off with Talon, he'd have done something about it. That he'd called me instead suggested there was an ulterior motive behind his call
Or was Jack's warning about Misha making me see things that weren't there? "Is that all you rang for?"
"Hell, no. I wanted to know if my car was still in one piece."
I smiled despite my reservations. "It's parked safely at the Crown Casino."
"Why is it parked there?"
"Long story. But it's in one piece."