Loving Their Vixen Mate (Pack Wars Book 4) Read Free

the gaps. Since she always wanted to come to Florida, when she heard of an opening down here, she applied.”
    “You got it.”
    He slowed, as if he was looking for Seaside Drive. “Here it is.” He pulled into the lot that serviced many warehouses, cut the engine, and faced Mac. “You seem to think Cheryl is in trouble. What’s your evidence beside her failing to call you?”
    She went through the same reasoning she’d had with her mom.
    “Okay. Are you sure you want to look around here? It’s pretty run down. I checked, and most of the law offices are downtown or in a professional park.”
    Mac shrugged. “This is where her GPS said she’d come. Her phone’s an older model and not all that accurate. I’m going to look around.”
    She pushed open her door. The air was downright balmy and a wonderful relief from the snow in Indiana. Several large trucks were parked along the side of one building, but no workers were milling about. In fact, most of the buildings looked abandoned.
    Jay stepped out of the driver’s side. “Not sure it’s all that safe around here.”
    He was being too protective, but for the sake of being cautious, she refocused her attention on her senses. Other than Jay, there didn’t seem to be other shifters around. “I trust you can take care of a few Colters, right?” Her father had told her that only the best could defeat two wolves at a time. “But seriously, have you known Colters to attack for no reason?”
    “As a matter of fact, I’ve seen it.”
    Shivers raced up her spine. “I still want to walk around. If I sense someone, I’ll give a shout.”
    What she didn’t understand was why Cheryl had gotten out of the cab in a place like this? She had to have sensed that no reputable law office would be here. If Mac could locate the cab driver who’d driven her cousin here, he might be able to describe her state of mind.
    Going around town would require a rental, and Mac didn’t want to inconvenience Jay any more. This search sure would eat up her little nest egg, but that was what her money was for.
    Since she’d asked Jay to drive her here, she might as well peek in all the windows. Damn. There was nothing but empty interiors. A part of one building looked like it had once been offices, but only a few pieces of furniture remained.
    “Find anything good?”
    Mac jumped. “You startled me.”
    “You didn’t sense me coming?”
    Shit. “I must have been thinking too hard.”
    “Come on. This place gives me the creeps.” Jay headed back to his car.
    She trotted after him. “Would you mind dropping me off at a car rental place? I should have my own ride.”
    “I can drive you where you want to go.”
    “I appreciate that, but you have better things to do. You do have a garage to run for a while, or did you forget?” As much as she welcomed the protection, her mind was clearer when she was by herself. “Besides, I might want to spend a day at the beach.”
    Jay shrugged. “If that’s what you want.” He jumped in the car and fired it up. “You still want to crash at my place, right? Or do you want to exercise more independence and rent a place of your own?”
    Mac almost laughed. “I’d like to stay with you until Riley returns home, if that’s okay.”
    “Works for me. You know family is always welcome.”
    Over the years, Jay had been a study in contrasts. In high school, he’d been a surly and angry young man. Having a father found guilty of running a Ponzi scheme had taken a toll on him. Once he left Indiana, things had gone his way, and he seemed happier now. “Thank you.”
    *     *     *
    Brandon Crenshaw and his cousin, Sam, had been called into Pack headquarters by Trax Field, the man who ran the surveillance end of the Pack. He wouldn’t tell them much over the phone; only that he’d found something that related to Cheryl Johnson, the woman he and Sam were assigned to help locate.
    Sam drove. “I sure the fuck hope Trax has something good.