Pierre crossed his arms over his gloriously naked chest. “We can.”
The question in her eyes must have been obvious.
“Wolf Enterprises has a private jet.” Pierre’s lip quirked up. “And our brother lives in San Francisco. He’ll have a place where we can lie low while you do what you need to do.”
It was tempting, but… “You can’t just go gallivanting halfway across the world on a whim. Don’t you have work to do?”
Pierre shrugged. “Nothing that won’t improve with a bit of patience and time. Besides, I wouldn’t mind catching up with our brother Gabriel. We haven’t seen him since before Christmas. What do you think, Louis?”
Louis gently pulled the bags from her grasp, setting them on the coffee table. “I’d like to see our brother, too.”
Pierre nodded. “It’s settled, then. We’re going to California.”
Melinda gaped. They weren’t serious? They barely knew her. She barely knewthem.
“Louis, grab our stuff.”
Pierre got on the phone, speaking in rapid French Melinda had no hope of understanding. By the time he ended the brief call, Louis was back, now wearing a shirt, with two overnight bags and two laptop bags.
Where the hell did they hide those when I went looking for them?
Pierre caught the shirt Louis flung in his direction and slipped it on. It boggled Melinda’s mind she had room in her head to be disappointed they’d covered up.
Pierre hooked his hands through her bags and took the cat carrier, and a hissing Manchu. Numb, and a little bewildered, Melinda allowed the twins to lead her from their flat. She was doing this. Getting on a plane, a private jet, with two men she’d met only a few weeks ago. Flying to another country. She must be mad. If she wanted to get to MysticMage before her husband did, Melinda didn’t see she had a lot of choice. Pierre and Louis had saved her. That had to count for something.
It wasn’t until she was safe in an Uber, sandwiched between the twins, her head resting back against the seat, did the vision of her attack and rescue come back to her. Not the dark shape of the intruder, or the flash of the red laser beam of his gun. No. The man, the twin, Louis, with half his body, the top half, contorted, shifting, changing as he tore the throat out of her attacker with hisbare teeth.
Perhaps it was stress, the adrenaline of the moment, but Melinda could have sworn, in the shadowy darkness of her office, Louis had partly transformed into a wolf.
Chapter Eleven
Pierre had spent most of the drive to Biggin Hill Airport on the phone, organizing the pack’s private jet, filing flight plans and smoothing their exit from London and entry into the United States. The cat wasn’t a problem, despite what Louis had told Melinda. There were no quarantine restrictions for it. Organizing an immediate visa for him and Louis to travel to the United States posed some difficulty, but they had contacts. Melinda was an altogether different matter.
Laurent had updated them on the situation back at the apartment building. There would be an All-Points Bulletin out for Melinda now that the police were involved. Even if they could convince their contact to risk issuing her a visa, they still had to get her through customs. He’d called Gabriel again. His brother, through his mate Annabelle’s coven, had put out the request. He didn’t know what his brother had had to agree to, to get them what they needed—he could only hope Maxime wouldn’t have his balls for it—but they’d found a shifter from another pack working at Buchanan Airfield willing to look the other way when they passed through customs. They were on their way to San Francisco. To find Cordelia.
Melinda, the cat carrier on the seat beside her—the feisty ball of ginger fur inside it calmer but wary—leaned her head against the window of the jet, her eyes closed and her laptop clutched to her chest like it was her only lifeline. There was so much they were keeping from her—their true identity, their true purpose in coming to London, the reasons they were so willing to helpher. Both reasons. Finding out she was the mate of not one, but two werewolves would be a shock. Learning they’d used malware to track her down and were intent on apprehending her client, ridding the pack and the world of a malevolent threat…
The concern in Louis’ eyes could only mirror his own. Somehow, they had to get Melinda to see Cordelia for who she was, before she uncovered their deception. They had eight, nearly nine hours to come up with a solution.
Louis unclipped his safety belt. “She’s exhausted. She needs to rest. In comfort.” He plucked her laptop from her arms and set it aside then unbuckled her belt and lifted her in his arms.
She grumbled a little, snuggling against Louis’ chest. Pierre eyed the laptop. Now was their chance. Instead, he followed Louis to the back of the jet, to the private bedroom. He pulled back the covers on the bed and Louis laid her down on the cool sheets, slipping her shoes off.
Louis put her glasses on the small side table. “Should we…?” Louis whispered, gesturing at her clothes. “Denim isn’t exactly comfortable to sleep in.”
He’d love nothing more than to see their little mate naked but for her undergarments, but would Melinda be upset when she awoke? He nodded, the comfort of their mate winning out. Add it to the list of their transgressions. Between the two of them, they gently maneuvered her out of her jeans and sweater.
He sucked in a breath.Putain, she was beautiful. White lace cupped her perfect small breasts. More lace slipped between her slender thighs, stark against the warmth of her golden skin. Her silky hair splayed across the pillow and her dark lashes fluttered against her cheek.
Louis sat on the bed beside her and brushed her hair from her forehead. “Makes you want to crawl into bed with her, doesn’t it?”
A rumble rose in his chest.Oui, it did, but he stepped back. Melinda stirred and sleep-glazed eyes stared up at them. Confusion fluttered across her face, her hands skimming over her bare stomach.
“Just wanted you to be comfortable,mon amour.We didn’t peek.” Louis backed away. “Much.”
Melinda’s arm snaked out and grabbed his. “Please don’t go.” Dark eyes implored them. “I don’t want to be alone.”
He shared a glance with Louis, nodded, and his brother sank back onto the bed, wrapping her in his arms and resting her head on his shoulder. But their little mate wasn’t content with the simple comfort his brother offered. She pressed her body flush against Louis, rubbing herself all over him. Pierre’s nostrils flared and his cock did a stellar impression of a flagpole. Louis’ eyes rolled back in his head, and Pierre imagined his twin to be similarly struggling in his sweats as he was.
