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Erin flashed him a feral stare. He shut up.
“You take me, you risk me.” A shrug. “Guess it’s one of those lose-lose situations.”
Those were real bitches.
“It’smylife,” she said again. “And I am sick of running and sick of blood. It’s time to go back. Escaping didn’t work. Trust me, I can see that now.” She licked her lips. “He won’t stop until I stop him.”
“Or until you’re dead.” A piss-poor comment from Dee.
Jude glared at her. Like fuck that would happen.
Erin’s chin lifted. “If I have to, I’ll just follow you to Lillian. But Iamgoing.”
“Uh, don’t you have a job?” Zane asked. “Cases to prosecute?”
“I’m off until Monday.” She waited until Jude looked back at her and asked, “So what’s it gonna be, tiger? You taking me?”
Again and again, sweetheart.He bit back the words and sucked in a sharp breath. “You go, you follow my rules.”
“Ah, hell, fool number three riding shotgun.” Dee squeezed her eyes shut. “Can no one trust professionals these days?”
He ignored her. “At the first sign of trouble, you back the hell off and let me handle things.”
A nod.
Mistake. Oh, this was such a mistake, but?—
But if he left her behind, he’d worry about her every second. Because the truth was that Jude could all but feel the bastard’s eyes on them.
Watching.
Waiting.
Poor fucked up Lee Givens—the guy still hadn’t woken up yet. He was in the ICU, with a guard stationed at his side, courtesy of Tony’s pull. Erin had called to check on him first thing that morning, but there had been no improvement.
The docs thought it was a miracle he was still breathing. Well, breathing with the help of all those beeping and buzzing machines.
The guy out there after Erin didn’t play around. Vicious, twisted, and quick to kill. Not exactly a dream date.
No, leaving Erin in Baton Rouge, even with Zane for protection, wasn’t an option he liked.
So that just left...shotgun.
Jude gave a grudging nod.Dammit.
* * *
The tiger brought her back. Fucking finally. His body tensed when he saw the familiar pickup truck. Then Erin appeared, midnight hair shining, and the two of them hurried toward her house.
The shifter’s hand pressed against her back right before they disappeared inside. A familiar gesture. Too familiar.
He waited, barely glancing at the truck. He’d already marked the license down. He’d done that days before.
Less than five minutes later, the shifter was back at the door. The hunter glanced down the drive with narrowed eyes. He held a suitcase in one hand, and the other hand was intertwined with Erin’s.
Too familiar.
They hurried out to the truck. Erin climbed into the passenger seat. The shifter hesitated. Looked around. Seemed to stare right at him.
