SEAL Wolf In Too Deep(51)

“Sure, I can do that,” Allan said.

“The ice chest is in the garage. Plenty of ice in the freezer. Oh, what happened to my car?”

He hadn’t expected that question. Catherine had taken it to an outer barn for safekeeping until Debbie was ready to drive it again. But he didn’t want to tell her that and make her suspicious. “It’s parked in your garage.”

“Oh. Good.”

He unlocked the door for her, and she headed inside. “Is there anything in particular that you want me to fix for lunch?”

“Maybe chicken à la king? I’ve got noodles to go with it. Anything you don’t mind making.”

“Okay, I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” Paul and Lori had already told the duplex manager about Debbie’s injuries and that she was going to be staying with family for several months and would need to move out. Thankfully, the duplex came furnished, so they didn’t need to move any of the furniture.

He just hoped Debbie didn’t learn about it until after they were settled at his place and he told her the truth.

He was glad she was feeling so good, but he could tell she was still tired. He was afraid she wouldn’t take the news well when he told her the truth tonight, and he would have to deal with the mess. For now, he had to play along—feed her, help her pack. When they reached his mountain cabin, that was another story. He’d had security alarms put in so that if she managed to somehow get through a lock on a window or door, an alarm would go off. He didn’t think she would be able to, but he wanted to be prepared.

He had to even put a lock on his wolf door.

He opened the cabinet and pulled out a can of chicken à la king and a bag of egg noodles, dreading taking her home and what would happen as soon as the full moon reached its zenith. It was one thing to deal with an angry human. Another to deal with a wild and angry wolf. Especially one that would have no idea what her strengths and capabilities were.

*

Debbie had never taken acting classes, but she sure hoped she had snowed Allan over. And the rest of those associated with him. Sure, she was half out of it when the wolf had turned into a woman. Yes, she had seen Allan giving the wolf CPR. And she hadn’t seen any sign of Tara. Then suddenly, Tara was there and the wolf was gone. Even so, Debbie still hadn’t believed they were one and the same. Not until she overheard the doctor and nurse talking in another room. What had scared her the most was that she now knew the real reason the doctor said she had to be with someone for some time—not because of health issues, but that they were afraid she’d tell someone what she had seen.

Not that anyone would believe her. But the werewolf pack must have been worried enough that they didn’t trust her on her own. If she’d had family or a friend, she could have suggested staying with them, but she was afraid the werewolves wouldn’t have allowed that either.

She wasn’t without resources. She locked the bedroom door, then looked for her cell phone. No purse, no phone. Figured. She hurried to change out of her clothes, packed a small bag, turned on the shower, and went straight to the bedroom window. She didn’t know what to think about all of them, but she felt like she was in a horror flick where everyone was an alien and she was the only human. Now that she had discovered they were aliens, she had to flee. She planned to get in touch with Rowdy, but what if all his talk about werewolves wasn’t just in good humor, but because he was one too? She had no idea how big the pack was or who all was in it.

She didn’t know where she would go or what she was going to do. If she fled the state, would they come after her? Kill her? For now, they were just keeping an eye on her, being extra polite and really nice to her. But if she told on them, then what?

They thought she hadn’t heard them, but one time she overheard the nurse say that Tara didn’t want to shift into her wolf ever again after she’d nearly died. If Debbie hadn’t heard their conversation when they thought she was still under, she would have believed she had imagined the whole nightmare.

Then the business with the guy who shot the woman with silver rounds? A naked woman, just like Tara? Debbie heard them say these rounds were silver too. But since Allan and his pack mates hadn’t known who Sarah was initially—Debbie just couldn’t wrap her mind around it—she must not have been with their werewolf pack.

Debbie was afraid someone would bite her and change her into one of them. So she was really trying to keep her wits about her, act cheerful like she didn’t think she had anything to worry about, and then run—before they knew what she intended to do.

She grabbed some spare cash she had in a sock in a drawer, then climbed out the window and headed to the garage. This was going to be tricky. She was afraid that as soon as she opened the garage, Allan would hear it and stop her. Or try to stop her.

Here she had thought he was one of the nicest, sexiest, and most caring men she’d ever met. Until he gave mouth-to-nose resuscitation to a wolf who happened to be a werewolf and a friend of his. She suspected all of his extended family were werewolves too. No wonder they were such a close-knit family. She tried to think back to what she’d said about werewolves before this. When Allan had said if he’d played the LARP game he would have been a hunter, she’d really thought he meant he was against werewolves or the concept. Now she suspected he meant he wanted to hunt werewolf hunters. The PI? Vaughn Greystoke?