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“Why didn’t you waste her while you had the chance?” asked Cricket.
“When I heard you were to be sacrificed, I changed my plans.” He smirked, “After all, I killed Raulf, but I didn’t know you had his phone.”
Cricket lowered her head. “Oh, yeah, about that, thanks.”
Three combat helicopters landed nearby and the wolves shifted to human forms and climbed onboard.
Rylee turned to Nik. “Come then.”
Cricket gave Nik thumbs up and then she and Slade climbed in Becker’s SUV.
Chapter 20
Slade glanced out the window of their safe house, a rented vacation home behind a once working lighthouse. He waited patiently outside the bedroom while Dr. Becker treated Cricket’s wounds. Henrik better pray Team Greywolf found him before he did.
Becker walked out and closed his medical kit.
“How is she?”
“Great. I closed the wounds and gave her an antibiotic shot. By tomorrow, it won’t be more than a scar.” He shook his head. “Werewolf blood never stops amazing me.”
Cricket came out, wearing a blue robe. “Thanks, Doc.”
Slade frowned. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“I need food, but I doubt we can order pizza out here.”
Becker smiled. “The refrigerator is stocked with meals and drinks.”
“What? No frozen pizza? Some room service.” She walked into the kitchen, her sweet ass swaying. Slade sighed. Mine.
Becker donned his coat. “I’m off.”
Cricket turned. “Where are you going?”
“There are two other werewolf doctors out in the field, but considering how many crazy lycans we deal with my services might be needed.”
“Just watch your ass so the brainwashed whelps don’t take a bite,” she snarked.
“I plan to. Take care of each other.” Becker winked and then left.
At last. Alone. Abella.
She opened the refrigerator.
The strong awareness of his beating heart and arousal overwhelmed him. Mine.
“Cold cuts. Pastrami, salami, turkey and hamburger patties. I say we eat them raw.”
That’s not all I want to eat raw. He reined back his hunger for her. She needed to eat food. “Any beer?”
“Yep.” She took out a local brew and handed it to him. “Oh, wine!”
Her enthusiasm for the food and drink dampened his mood. Was she not turned on to be alone with him? Or had she gone back to the Team Greywolf buddy shit? Damn it. Wasn’t that for the best? “I’ll take three raw patties.” He sat on the bar stool, gazing at her. She had to be the prettiest creature on earth.
“You’ve got it.” She slapped them on a plate. “Sure beats Wolfstrom’s menu.”
He chuckled and drank his beer. “Damn right.”
