The Sea Wolf's Mate (Hideaway Cove 2)

“Not until tomorrow. This must be someone else.” Harrison frowned. If an outsider was arriving in Hideaway, the residents had to be warned. Not least the excited kids in the ice-cream parlor behind them. “What’ve you got?”

Pol closed his eyes. For a moment, his expressive face was still as he concentrated.

“Hmm… oh nice. Sleek little body, small but punchy once you get going. A real smooth ride. And All-American, too.” He sighed and opened his eyes. “Only two-wheel drive, though. Whoever’s in the driver’s seat had a bit of trouble getting her over the ridge.”

Harrison snorted. “What, at the town boundary? Was that your work, or the car’s?”

Pol’s affinity with electrics was good for more than just fixing broken freezers. The summer before, he had set up a sort of blockade around the small shifter settlement of Hideaway Cove, to make sure no newcomers could arrive and catch the locals unawares. A drained battery or misfiring engine in the newcomer’s car gave the townsfolk time to shift back into human form, or swim out beyond the waves and out of view.

It also gave Hideaway Cove a reputation for being a pain in the ass as a tourist destination. Who wanted to vacation somewhere where your phone (and only your phone) gets no reception, the WiFi keeps turning off, and your electronics kept dying on you?

“A little from column A, a little from column B,” Pol replied absently. “As for whether our visitor is human or not, we’ll have to wait until she’s in sniffing distance, same as everyone else. But better safe than sorry, right?” He pulled out his cell phone, gave it a stern look, kissed it, and stuffed it back in his pocket. “There. The news is out: Beware, incoming potential human!”

He repeated the warning telepathically, for the benefit of anyone not permanently attached to their phone: *Human visitor in town! Bewaaaare!*

Harrison snorted. His own phone chirped in his pocket, and he knew everyone in the town would be receiving the same alert. “That’s the official wording, is it?”

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“Signed off by the town council and everything.” Pol flashed him an angelic smile. “At least, that’s what the electronic version says.”

“Don’t let the Sweets hear you say that,” Harrison said, grinning. “Interfering with town records—tsk, tsk.”

Mr. and Mrs. Sweets held court over Hideaway Cove’s town council. Mr. Sweets was acting mayor, following the previous mayor’s retirement, and most people assumed he’d keep the position after the elections in a few months’ time. That was fine with Harrison. The old guy wasn’t the sort to cause trouble. In fact, he was so relaxed he seemed comatose most of the time.

His wife, on the other hand, was always into everyone’s business.

Harrison groaned. He’d managed to keep out of Mrs. Sweets’ sights for the past few weeks, ever since he’d finally convinced her he wasn’t interested in her granddaughter, Tessa. But he could already tell she was going to give him a headache over his work with the out-of-towner.

Pol shrugged and licked up a glob of melted ice cream and sprinkles before it fell off the cone. “Well, I’m not worried about the Sweets. After all, I’m working for the next mayor of Hideaway, aren’t I? Even the terrifying Mrs. Sweets won’t be able to rag me about paperwork when you’re stomping around in the chain and robe.”

“I’ve already told you, I’m not going to run for mayor,” Harrison said, sighing. He stuck his hands in his pockets. “The workshop’s enough for me. Besides, I would’ve thought the gold chain would be more your thing.”

Pol shrugged. “Oh, sure. If I ever decide I want to live the cliché, the mayoral bling will be my first stop. Here’s our guest, by the way,” he added, nodding at the road behind Harrison.

Harrison turned and raised one hand to block the late afternoon sun. A silver Ford Focus was making its way down the road, with the careful slowness of a driver unfamiliar with the local streets.

Behind him, the ice cream parlor door opened again, and he caught Tessa Sweets’ voice as she warned the kids to stay inside. All the children in Hideaway Cove knew how important it was they didn’t give away the town’s secret to visitors, but their excitement over possibly seeing a human visitor might be too much for them, and they might lose control over their shifter powers.

Harrison nodded in absent approval as the door swung shut again. Tessa was a good, responsible woman—so good, in fact, that he frequently had difficulty believing she was related to the awful Mrs. Sweets.

He waved a greeting to the newcomer as the silver car drew closer, and caught a glimpse of the driver as she passed them.

He saw her for less than a second. A flash of glossy blonde hair, and a round face mostly hidden by sunglasses. A Cupid’s bow mouth set in firm concentration.

That one glimpse struck him like a thunderbolt.

Harrison staggered backwards, leaning against the outside wall of Sweet’s Ice Cream Parlor.

“Oh, hell,” he breathed.

“What’s the matter? Stub your toe on the curb, big guy?” Pol elbowed him in the side as he finished off the massive ice cream cone. “Oh, geez, it looks like those kids are about to vomit themselves out of the shop. I’m off—see you at Caro’s tonight?”

“What? Yeah. Sure.” Harrison had no idea what Pol had said. He was still staring after the woman in the car. His heart was pounding. She’s the one. She’s the one, it seemed to be saying, thudding in his chest and his ears.

His feet started moving without any input from his brain, following the car, then stopped short.

He watched as she turned up one of the few side streets off Hideaway’s main road. He knew exactly where she was going. The road led to Hideaway’s sole visitor accommodation: the Innlet.