Kadenburg Revealed (The Kadenburg Shifters Series, Book 4) Read Free Page B

that?”
    Presley glanced over her shoulder to see the solid blue jeep following closely behind them.  She wrinkled her nose and sighed.
    “Ah, that would be Mr. Turner and his son.  They must be on the babysitter shift today.” She rolled her eyes and focused on driving again.
    Lorcan hadn’t been kidding when he said he was going to have his father set up a perimeter around Kadenburg.  Since that fateful night with Tim and Colin, at least ten male ursithropes seemed to be on duty at all times.  They lurked on the outskirts of town with their fancy little walkie-talkies, scoping the horizon for the faintest hint of werewolf stench.  Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing that he’d asked Mr. Turner to tag along, though Presley hardly thought it was worth the fuss.  She’d learned how to handle herself since then.  She’d discovered just how strong she could be, and that was a mighty empowering thing.
    “Do they have to follow us?” Louisa asked as they got on the highway.  “I mean...doesn’t that seem a little White House-ish to you?”
    Presley laughed.  She couldn’t help it.  Her mood was great and happiness was about to burst out of her body.  Pregnancy was being kinder to her these days.
    “I’d rather be safe than sorry,” she replied, relaxing her fingers around the steering wheel as she pressed her foot down on the gas pedal.  “Besides, it gives Lorcan peace of mind or I wouldn’t even be going on this trip.”
    “What’s Lorcan up to today?” Louisa asked as she squirmed around on the passenger side of the truck.  She seemed so restless suddenly, and Presley wondered if she was nervous about something.
    “He’s working on a super-secret project in the garage,” Presley lifted an eyebrow as she responded.  “No one’s allowed in there.  I have no idea what he’s doing.”
    “Do you think it’s a gift for you?”
    “If he’s working on a car for me, we have bigger issues,” Presley grinned.  “He already knows what I want for Christmas.”
    “What’s that?” Louisa shifted again, turning herself to face Presley as she rested an elbow against the back of the seat.
    “Well, I told him if he gets me anything, I won’t talk to him for a year.”
    “So you don’t want anything for Christmas?” Louisa asked in surprise.  “Not even a sweater?”
    “Do you want a sweater?” Presley asked as she stole a glance at her.  “I’ve already got everything I could possibly want, Lou.  By June of next year, I’ll have a perfect little being with his daddy’s eyes and my wit-hopefully.  I have a man who loves me and actually values me...he protects me.  I just don’t see how it’s possible for Christmas morning to bring me anything better than what I’ve already got.”
    It was silent for several seconds afterwards, and Presley was beginning to wonder if Louisa had fallen asleep on her.  She turned her head to look at her again and noticed how she had her bottom lip clutched between her teeth.  Something was bothering her, but what?
    “You okay over there?” Presley probed gently, turning on her turn signal to get back into the slower lane.  Contrary to popular belief, turn signals were actually still extremely useful.  A lot of people didn’t seem to realize they were included on every vehicle made-or maybe they just didn’t know how to use them. She, however, used them at every opportunity.
    “Oh, I’m fine,” Louisa replied in a softer voice.  “Do you have any names picked out for him?”
    Not even the universe itself could prevent the huge smile that overcame Presley.  She nodded eagerly and the blond curls upon her head bounced with the motion as she laughed. 
    “Yes,” she replied excitedly.  “We’ve got the perfect name picked out for him.”
    “I think it’s really cool that you could dream about Urseth, Presley.  I mean, I don’t think it’s every day an ursithrope gets to do that.  He basically told you what your future would