Chapter 510 Chapter 510
Amari turned her head and looked out the window so she wouldn’t look at him again. She wanted to be mad at him, but she couldn’t put all the blame on him as hard as she tried. Neither of them could smell anything at that point and she was the one to tell him to use his teeth. A shiver of heat traveled through her at that thought. If she could, she’d kill that jerk all over again for pouring the gas on her—it was his fault she was mated, or half-mated. She scowled at the glass, what did that even mean? Half mated. She was good and truly marked, but he wasn’t—what now?
Her cat wasn’t any help right now, she was acting all weird like she was thrilled their mate had put his mark on her but at the same time, she was anxious and constantly prodding Amari to reciprocate and sink her teeth into his neck. She glanced over at him, more specifically at his neck, and for a brief second thought about her mouth against it. Clearing her throat, she looked out the windshield. “How are we going to do this?”
“I’ll have to wait until I have eyes on,” he reached over and turned off the radio, “and hopefully they’re alone.”
“I can’t believe we forgot to ask Darrel if they knew each other by sight.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about you, but after he told us how they were getting the information I was too preoccupied with wanting to kill something to think clearly.”
She looked over to see him looking at her, did he have to be so good-looking? She straightened in her seat and leaned down to get a bottle of water, anything to keep her hands occupied so she wouldn’t reach over and touch him. Her cat was right there wanting to be closer to him. Is this how mating was? Constantly wanting to jump each other. How did they ever get anything done? “It would make sense that he’d bring backup, right?” She opened the water, while she watched him out of the corner of her eye, “I mean, an Alpha female is a pretty big deal.” She took a drink.
“That makes sense, except if he wants to see Darrel.” She watched him bring up the GPS on the jeep and check the route again, “a few more minutes.”
“How fucked are we if he’s already there?”
Tripp snorted softly, “pretty fucked.”
Capping the water, she leaned forward and looked at the map, “if we turn just up here and come around it from behind, we can get a look before we drive right into it.”
He slowed down and hovered his hand over the screen, “that could work.”
When he turned off the main road, she looked out the window and then the windshield, “if you let me out, my cat can book it take a look...”
His head snapped to look at her, a hard expression on his face.
“I can get there and back faster than taking the road,” she pointed out the window, “that hill over there should be high enough up and I can see if they are there and alone.” She watched the muscle in his cheek pulse, “come on, special operations, have a little faith in how good I am.”
“Shit. I don’t like it, but it’s the best plan.”
Amari grinned, “I didn’t like being taken, but it is what it is.”
Raising an eyebrow, he looked back over at her, “if you scent anything that’s off, you high tail it right back to me.”
Amari put her hand over her heart and smirked, “on my honor.”
He sneered at her, but still slowed down to stop.
Amari leaned down to grab her run pack when his hand stopped her.
“The pack stays here,” he held her look with a steady one, “I don’t know what toys you have in it and can’t take a chance you’ll go off the rails and eviscerate him if he’s there.”
Her smile was slow, no one she knew would ever have the balls to say that to her. “Me?” She unclipped her seatbelt. “I’m harmless.”
He grinned, “uh-huh and I’m a boy scout.”
Amari laughed, “okay, the pack stays.” She looked at the map and then pointed, “I’ll meet you here, and don’t worry I have a very good sense of direction, in all forms.” She opened the door and hopped out. Taking her jacket off, she tossed it in on the seat and then held his look as she kicked out of her boots and set them in. It was so wrong, that she was going to strip down in front of him and enjoy watching his reaction. Things were dire, they had to get this person coming to pick her up, and countless lives could be saved with the information they might have—yet she was loving how he looked only at her eyes and didn’t let his eyes wander. The look she was giving him, dared him to look. When she dropped her jeans onto the seat, she stood there, hands on her hips, watching him.
He took a deep breath and then she watched his eyes move slowly down over her, then leisurely make their way back up to her eyes, “retribution is going to be sweet, darlin.”
“It always is.” She shut the door and shifted.
However distracted she was right now, her cat was on task and took off into the trees along the road. Amari focused on the direction she was running, checking the scents around them as they went. The light snowfall had mostly melted into the ground, which enhanced every smell of nature. It also made anything that didn’t belong easier to pick up. Her cat found nothing out of the ordinary or manmade, that was a good sign.