"But these people are stealing technology that isn't released on the street yet," Kade commented. "It could be they have something we don't know about."
"Well, there's a bit of information no one told the plebs," Rhoan commented dryly.
"All in good time," Jack said. "And that time is not in this van. We can still be picked up by listening devices, if they feel so inclined."
I shared an annoyed glance with Rhoan, then looked at Kade. "Misha had watchers. It's more than likely they reported my being with him back to their base. There was certainly enough time to arrange an attack while we were holed up in the private room."
"They couldn't have known we'd go to the car park."
"No, but it was a logical guess. Street parking is shit around the club, so the car park is the next best option."
"It just doesn't feel right," Quinn commented. "Those creatures weren't something that could be called up at a moment's notice. They knew you were going to be there beforehand."
I met his dark gaze. "It wasn't Misha."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Why is it important to you?"
"Because I'd hate for you to be killed before I made a decision one way or another."
"At the rate you seem to make your decisions, vampire, I'll be old and gray and undesirable."
He smiled, and it touched his eyes, warming the obsidian depths. Warming my soul. "Old and gray, maybe, but never undesirable."
Amusement twitched the corners of my mouth. "So you're telling me you don't mind a bit of granny?"
"Only a particular type of granny."
"You know." Rhoan said conversationally, "this talk is straying into territory I really don't want to think about."
"Particularly when most grannies don't look like Riley," Kade muttered, then shuddered "Old meat. Nothing worse."
I slapped his arm. "You'll be old meat one day, horseboy, so watch it."
His grin was sudden and cheeky, and sexy in a whole different way than Quinn's. "Yeah, but I'll be virile old horsemeat. There is a difference."
"I bet I could find a dozen grannies who would argue that point."
"And I'd be betting that those grannies ain't ever had a horse-shifter as a lover."
"He's such a humble person, isn't he?" Rhoan said dryly.
Kade's grin grew. "Why be humble when you've got nothing to be humble about?"
Rhoan's gaze shifted to me, and he raised an eyebrow in query. I grinned. "He has got a point."
"Damn." He contemplated Kade for a second, then added, "So, where do I find me a bit of gay horsemeat?"
Kade shrugged. "Don't ask me. I don't go looking for that sort of thing."
"Pity."
"I'll take that as a compliment."