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After the third knock, Mickey yanked the door open. The irritation written over her face only made her features more prominent. “I know where you’re going tomorrow,” Strap said triumphantly. He pushed his way in the door and turned around to face her.
“I figured it out.”
Mickey’s blank stare made him twitch, but he wouldn’t let the awkwardness back down.
“Let’s go,” he said. He waved his fingers as if expecting a handout. “Out with the details. I want to know.”
She stared at him for a moment longer. “Fine.” Mickey walked over to the blueprints now on the kitchen table. She huffed and looked up at Strap.
“These are for the security system at the museum.”
Strap stood dangerously close to Mickey again. He heard her heart race and smelled her desire for him heighten. He took a step closer and was happy when she didn’t step away.
“How are you getting in through the door?”
“What do you mean?”
“Look.” Strap placed a hand at the base of her back while pointing with the other finger. His cock quivered at the touch, but he forced himself to focus even though he heard a hitch in her breath. “There are three infrared lasers. Those aren’t shown on the blueprints.”
Mickey turned a little toward him. “How can you be so sure?”
His heart kicked up a few beats as Strap gazed into her eyes. “Trust me, I know.”
“The whole plan is scratched if I can’t get through the door.”
Strap shrugged. “That’s probably for the best.”
“No.” Mickey smiled almost teasingly. “What kind of shifter are you again?”
Strap raised an eyebrow at her. He didn’t want to reveal too much of himself right away. “Panther.”
“Perfect.” Mickey’s grin widened.
She stepped out of the warm radius of their body heat and started talking to herself. Mickey’s pacing reminded him of the other panther shifters at the prison. They always walked the wall, thinking and plotting.
It was sexy to see her react like a panther, but he wanted to stop and shake her. He wanted to scream. “No. No plotting. We aren’t doing this.” But Strap knew that nothing would stop her right now.
Mickey sat on the couch and opened her laptop. “Okay. If we can’t get into the museum, then we’ll go a different route. The art collection is being loaded before sunrise tomorrow morning. They will get on the road early.” Mickey looked at the time, then back down to the laptop screen.
Strap sat next to her. He could feel her shudder, and the panther inside purred.
“Everything is being driven in the trailer of a semi-truck with only two police escorts. One in front and one in the rear. From the estate, there’s a five-mile-long, curvy road through a forest that leads out to the main highway into Barcelona. That will be slow-going for the semi. It will take time to get to the main road.”
Mickey’s eyes brightened, and she locked eyes with Strap. “That is where we attack.”
Strap’s thoughts were lost in the sea of Mickey’s eyes.
All he could do was agree.
EIGHT
MICKEY
HE’S NOT HAPPY WITH ME.
She could tell because he kept glaring at her. Plus, he'd said it at least eight times. She was about ready to stick a sock in his mouth if he sighed heavily one more time.
They hid in the woods off the side road heading to the main thoroughfare. The way was twisted, but they managed to find a short straightaway where they could set up the trap. She'd brought everything they needed, but, of course, she left out the smallest, tiniest detail for Strap. And he was going to have an absolute cow when he found out.
