Enticing Their Mate (Pack Wars #6)(22)

“I asked him not to.” Connolly explained his reasoning.

“Riley and I are professionals. We wouldn’t have gone off half-cocked because we knew you were on our side.” He glanced to his right and his shoulders seemed to relax. Jay inhaled and then faced him. “May I see Michelle?”

“Sure.”

No sooner had they taken three steps than Jay’s cell chimed. He checked the message and his face paled.

“What is it?”

“It’s from Riley. Russ tried to sexually assault Sarah.” The hair on Jay’s face sprouted and his teeth extended.

Holy f*ck. He’d pegged Russ as a troublemaker and someone who was ruled by his dick, but he hadn’t expected an assault. “How is she?”

Jay slowly returned to full human form. “She was able to fight him off. Look, as much as I want to see my cousin and her fiancé, I need to—”


“By all means, go and see to her. I’ll ask Trax and Dante to come on back here, so I can fend off any further incident. I’ll talk to Statler about firing Russ.”

“Statler won’t give a f*ck what Russ tried to do.”

“We’ll see.”

* * *

Sarah’s hands were shaking so hard she had to work to keep them from slipping off the steering wheel. To make matters worse, the image of that smug bastard standing by her car refused to go away. Everything about the situation burned a hole in her gut. Russ had been waiting for her, and then actually had the balls to attack her in front of where they worked.

She was able to thwart his attempt this time probably because he hadn’t expected her to put up any resistance, but the next time she might not be so lucky. If Riley hadn’t come along, no telling if she’d even be alive. Leaving him in the lot with Russ was the right thing to do, but it also had been the hardest. She’d reasoned that if he’d feared for her safety, he might have been distracted.

She glanced down at what was left of her blouse and fury raced through her. If shooting Russ would actually harm him, she’d buy a gun right now. Damn werewolves and their healing abilities.

Her house appeared and another wave of depression descended. At least Amy wouldn’t be home for another twelve hours, which would give her time to shower and regroup.

Once inside, she locked her doors and called Riley, wanting to make sure he hadn’t been seriously injured. When he picked up on the second ring, relief raced through her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She almost smiled. That was what she’d called to find out about him. “I’m pissed and have a few scratches on my palms, face, and knees, but other than that, I’m okay.”

“I want to come over to make sure.”

Images of him checking out every inch of her body surfaced, causing beads of excitement to form on her skin. “Do I have time to shower?”

“No.” With that, he disconnected.

Even if he left the warehouse this second, it would take him fifteen minutes or more to reach her—assuming he had her address. Needing something cold to drink, she traipsed to the kitchen to brew some tea. Just as she’d poured the boiling water over the loose tealeaves, the doorbell rang. Hmm, Riley must have been closer than she thought.

Halfway to the door, she halted. Russ and Riley had just gone at it. If Russ’s ego had been damaged, he might be seeking revenge. “Who is it?”

“It’s Jay Wagner.”

She let out a breath. Riley must have called him. Sarah looked down at her torn blouse. “Give me a minute, okay?”

“Sure.”

She rushed to her room, slipped off her ruined top, and dressed in one of her running T-shirts. When she pulled open the door, she drank in his presence. “Come in.”

Jay was slightly taller than Riley, and though Jay’s jaw was squarer and his eyes were bit wider, he was equally handsome. All in all, he was a hot looking man.

Jay reached out and when he cupped her chin and twisted her face right then left, her pulse soared. She would have pulled away if his touch hadn’t brought such comfort.

“You’ll need to clean that scrape. Dirt and pieces of rock might leave a scar.”

When he lowered his hand, she brushed the debris from her face. As Jay continued to check her out in what seemed like a very professional manner, his eyes began to turn a deep golden color. If she hadn’t just made love with Riley and noticed what happened when a shifter became excited, she might not have recognized what the hair sprouting on his face meant—he wanted her. Not that Sarah was frightened of the man, but his reaction confused her. “Jay?”

He looked away and shook his head. “Sorry. Got something to drink? I could use a beer.”

She chuckled. “I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for iced tea.”

“That’ll do.” Jay placed a hand on her back as they stepped through the living room to the kitchen, and his mere touch made her insides tingle.

What was wrong with her? Her hormones were still swamping her system from the amazing love session with Riley. Happy to keep busy, she retrieved two glasses from the cabinet and poured the dark liquid over ice then handed him the drink.

“Why haven’t I seen you at the warehouse?” she asked. Jay’s role in this extraction was still unclear. She snapped her fingers remembering something the General had told her a long time ago. “You worked undercover at Statler’s law firm in Florida, didn’t you?”