by Katie Reus
That was why it was refreshing to be with someone like Angelo. He was so honest and raw that she didn’t want to go back to Ireland without him. Not because she didn’t love her country or her people. She definitely did. But she’d come to realize in the short time they’d spent together that location didn’t matter to her. Just him. She would live on the Armstrong ranch where he lived with his pack if they allowed her.
She sucked in a sharp breath when one of his hands found her breast. He cupped it, teasing her nipple with his thumb in erotic little flicks. Closing her eyes, she held on to his shoulders and let her head fall back. God, what she wouldn’t give to take him home with her. Before she left she was going to have someone take a picture of them. So she would at least have something to hold on to—picture.
“Pictures!” Her eyes snapped open and her head jerked back up.
Angelo’s hand froze on her breast, the other working its way beneath her panties. “What?”
She slid off him and tugged her shirt down. “Those damn pictures,” she muttered.
Angelo blinked at her. “Did you just say damn?”
“Ha-ha.” She rolled her eyes and hurried toward the door that led to a utility room housing a new washer and dryer. It led right into another kitchen. Clearly this home had once been two separate places, but for whatever reason the owner had combined them.
“Brianna,” Angelo’s voice was heated as he followed after her.
She looked over her shoulder as she stepped into the other kitchen. “What?”
“You’re not dressed.” His eyes darkened to almost midnight as his gaze raked over her.
She glanced down. His T-shirt fell almost to her knees. “I have dresses shorter than this.”
Interest, then something else much darker flashed in his eyes. “You wear them in public?”
Shaking her head at the ridiculous question—of course she wore her dresses in public, she wouldn’t have purchased them otherwise—she turned away from him. His shifter possessiveness was something she would have to get used to. Right now was not the time to explain that she was perfectly covered and even if she was wearing nothing at all, it was unlikely Noah would even notice. He had eyes only for a petite redheaded shifter. She knocked quietly on Erin’s door, hoping she was already awake.
The door opened a moment later and she found herself face-to-face with Noah. He had on jeans and no shirt, but he looked wide-awake. She hadn’t realized Erin and Noah were sleeping together, but hadn’t doubted that it would happen soon.
“Is Erin . . .” She trailed off as the redhead strode out of the bathroom with a blue robe cinched tightly around her waist and her wet hair brushed back from her face. “Did you find anything last night on the human’s computer?”
Erin scowled, frustration clear on her face. “No.”
“Check the pictures for hidden files. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it last night but I was so tired. If there is anything in the pictures, they likely won’t be encrypted. You’ll just have to extract them.” They wouldn’t be encrypted without specific software and she hadn’t seen anything like that downloaded. The amount of space being utilized on the computer had been bugging her last night and then this morning. Hidden files might account for it.
The shifter’s gray eyes widened with hope. “Good idea, thank you. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”
Brianna returned to the kitchen with Angelo. Silently, he scooped her up into his arms. “We have time for a quickie before we leave and I can’t go another second without being inside you.”
Heat bloomed inside her at his words. He was so honest about what he wanted that it floored her. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized that walking away wasn’t going to be a simple thing. If she even could at all. But how would they make things work between them? They were so different and came from wildly different worlds.
When he stripped her shirt off and laid her on their bed, all thoughts of the future disappeared. Right now she simply wanted to enjoy being with Angelo.
Chapter 13
Once Brianna left the bedroom, Erin dressed, then turned on the dead human’s laptop. She sat on the bed and as she waited for it to power up, she ran a towel through her damp hair—and tried to keep her gaze off Noah’s broad chest. He’d showered but he’d put on only pants. Nudity to shifters was no big deal and she preferred to wear as little as possible when she could, but seeing all of his bare, muscular body had her tense and more than a little sexually frustrated.
After the way he’d pleasured then comforted her last night—well, technically this morning—she was on edge and unsure of herself. She’d been convinced she could compartmentalize Noah into a certain part of her life just like before. Now she knew that to be impossible. He wouldn’t go willingly back into that “box” and she couldn’t even try to put him back there. Things would never be the same between them again.
“How’d you sleep?” Noah asked quietly, forcing her to look at him. He’d flipped the desk chair around and sat on it backward like he normally did. The way he leaned his arms on it only accentuated the muscles and striations. She wondered if he was aware of how crazy he drove her.
Blinking, she mentally shook herself. “Good. Thank you.” God, she felt so awkward. Like a teenager with a ridiculous crush. Of course nothing about their relationship was ridiculous. Just complicated. She’d basically laid herself bare to him when she’d admitted everything she’d lost and she didn’t worry he’d judge or even feel sorry for her, but it didn’t negate her discomfort.
“I liked holding you last night.” Noah watched her intently.
Part of her enjoyed that he was so blunt, but right now she was barely hanging on. “I liked it too.” Way too much. Looking away, she crossed her legs and pulled the computer into her lap, determined to block him out.
She pulled up the file labeled PICTURES, then right clicked on the first one to check the properties. The first ten were of the human and the dead vampire she and Noah had found in her kitchen. Their sizes ranged from nine hundred kilobytes to three megabytes. When she got to one that was almost eight megabytes she made a note of it and continued checking the rest. Only two were bigger than normal so she e-mailed them to Ryan, then texted him to let him know so he’d check the e-mail immediately. It was early but she knew he’d be up. That man never slept.
Sure enough, five minutes later she received a message with a bunch of text documents extracted from the photos. The first document listed names and addresses of not only the women who’d been taken so far, but half a dozen other shifters who were also pregnant.
In addition it had other stats like how far along they were in their pregnancy and in some cases the names of their doctors. It made sense that the human would have known this if she’d been their Pilates instructor. Women talked about this kind of stuff without any thought, especially to someone they assumed they could trust. Even though Erin wished the woman was alive just so she could question her, she sure as hell wasn’t sorry the woman was dead. What kind of monster could betray women she saw all the time? Women who in all likelihood considered her a friend or were at least friendly with.
Erin turned the computer so Noah could see. While he read she grabbed the printer she’d brought, plugged it in, then attached the USB cord to it and her laptop. She wanted to print out a copy for herself. Technology had a lot of uses, but it was easier for her to read this way and she could carry the list with her. She also forwarded the information to Brianna and Angus and copied Jayce just so he’d know what was going on. They’d kept in touch with texting but they’d both been too damn busy to talk much otherwise. As she was printing it out, another e-mail popped up from Ryan.
“Holy shit.” She turned the computer screen to Noah again and let him read the laundry list of crimes committed by Kelly Bridges. Also known as Bridgette James and Janice Bright. She probably had more pseudonyms they’d never know about. Her crimes ranged from petty larceny, solicitation, check fraud
, driving without insurance, and a bunch of scams she was never convicted of but arrested for. About two years ago it looked as if she’d cleaned up her act and settled down in New Orleans. Apparently the lure of a lot of cash was too much to resist and she’d gone back to her criminal ways. Or more likely, she’d never stopped and just happened to be caught this time.
“What do you want to do?” Noah asked as he looked up from the screen.
“Will you call your father and ask him if he has enough people to shadow the women on the list?” Erin could call Angus herself but she’d seen the way Angus was subtly reaching out to Noah. When he’d come outside the compound last night he’d squeezed Noah’s shoulder in that typical fatherly manner and the look of raw longing on his face had taken Erin by surprise. He wanted to be in his son’s life. Maybe more than Noah realized.
Seeing that had made Erin ache. Like a punch to her bruised, scarred heart, she’d suddenly remembered the agony she’d experienced the night she’d been told her parents and little sister were dead. She thought she’d buried her grief years ago and for the most part she’d learned to live with it, but Noah hadn’t lost his parents. Just his sister. That was sad and she understood his pain, but it didn’t negate the fact that his father was alive and clearly wanted a relationship with him.
Noah’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you wanted to be his contact for everything. You made that pretty clear.”
She shrugged. “I need to finish scanning the rest of the documents and he’s your father.”
“Don’t push something like this,” he growled in an angry tone she’d never heard from him before. He was coming out of his shell with her now, not afraid to hold anything back.
“I’ll push whatever I want,” she snapped. She’d opened up to him and he supposedly wanted everything from her. If that was the case, then he’d have to give her all of himself too. The second that thought entered her mind, she cursed herself. No, no, no. She shouldn’t even be thinking in these terms. But damn her, she was.
His eyebrows rose and he started to say something, but unable to stop herself, she cut him off. “My parents are dead, Noah. Yours are right here in front of you and they’re pretty freaking nice. You might talk to your mom all the time but how long since you’ve seen her because of your stupid pride?” He tried to interrupt but she was on a roll and the edgy way she was feeling this morning had killed her filter. Not that she had much of one to begin with. “Your dad hasn’t given me any grief about being in his territory. He’s completely given me the reins for this case, which I know is my absolute right, but I didn’t expect it. He cares deeply about his pack, felines who aren’t even his responsibility, and it’s clear he cares about you. You’re pissed because he wouldn’t let you kill the vampires who killed your sister? Did you ever think that maybe he was doing it for your own good? That he was trying to be a good father?”
“He pushed Fiona away! It’s his fault she left.” It was one of the few times Noah had said his sister’s name.
Erin didn’t back down. “You don’t think he lives with that grief every second of every day? You think you’re punishing him more than he probably does every damn day?”
“I’m not trying to punish him.” Noah’s jaw clenched tight and she knew she’d crossed a line, but she didn’t care.
“Whatever you want to tell yourself. You’ve got a family that loves you and you’ve turned your back on them for no good reason. If I were in your shoes . . .” She trailed off, realizing she couldn’t finish that thought. If she was in his shoes she’d hug her family every damn day. She’d tell them she loved them as much as she could.
“You fight fucking dirty,” he snarled and stormed from the room.
Yeah, she guessed she did. The problem was, she and Noah had never argued before. Not truly and not over anything that mattered. Little spats about who got to control the television remote—and she’d always won that one—didn’t count. Things between them had been full of sexual tension for the past year but they’d always been friends. Buddies. And Noah had been very careful around her. She could see that now with twentytwenty vision. Now that they’d veered into dangerous territory the gloves had come off in too many ways. If he got to push her until she was about to snap, she got to do the same. He deserved a family who loved him and he had one. She just wanted to see him make up with his father even if he was pissed at her in the shortterm. Hell, if he was annoyed with her maybe he’d lay off on pursuing her.
Sighing, she turned back to her computer and pulled up the rest of the files. Somehow she shut down thoughts of Noah. She had work to do.
Most of the files were old records of people the human had scammed before. Their names, addresses, and money she’d stolen. Even bank account numbers. Lord, it was like the woman had kept a journal of all her misdeeds. Maybe it turned the shitty human on or something.
Nothing else was tied to Erin’s case so she forwarded the rest of the pictures to Ryan. As she did, an e-mail from Ian popped up. His screen handle, biteme, made her laugh despite her mood. He sent her the same list Angus had already given her, but he’d made notes next to each name. After making notes in the margins of the list she’d already printed, she turned off the laptop.
Noah strode back in, fully dressed in a black sweater and jeans. He wore a knit skullcap and some dark strands of his hair peeked out. Underneath his sweater she could see the outline of a few weapons. Guns mostly, she assumed. Well, they were going to visit the houses of six different bloodborn families. Definitely made sense. She was certainly strapping on more armor than normal.
Before she could ask anything, he said, “My father can spare enough for all the females except two. He’s keeping the compound on lockdown with everything going on and won’t put his pack at risk.”
Erin nodded. She understood that. “I’ll ask Brianna and Angelo to take the other females until we’re done. Then we can take over for them?”
Noah’s expression remained dark, but he nodded. “My father also talked to the rest of the families with missing women. I know we have enough info for a connection, but they all confirmed the women were taking Pilates at the same place.”
“Thanks.” She didn’t expect a response, yet when he turned on his heel and left her alone she fought the sadness welling up inside her. He was dealing with stuff in his own way. Even if she disagreed, maybe she shouldn’t have pushed him so hard. Hell, she’d been in denial about her own issues for an entire year.
She’d just been freaked out after the night they’d shared and she’d pushed his buttons. God, he was right. She did fight dirty. She still thought he needed to work things out with his father but that wasn’t her place. They weren’t mates.
After calling Brianna—who told her as soon as she and Angelo met up with one of her vampire contacts they’d be splitting up and shadowing two of the pregnant shifters on that list—she found Noah outside leaning against the passenger side of her car with his arms crossed over his chest.
He still wore that dark expression and it killed her. Before she could change her mind, she tossed him her keys.
Eyebrows raised, Noah caught them. “What’s this?”
“You can drive to the first address.” In other words, I’m sorry.
He paused for a long moment and the tension in his shoulders loosened. “Damn, you don’t fight that dirty, short stuff.” A hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth.
She rolled her eyes at the nickname. “Fine, give me the keys back then.”
He just shook his head so she got into the passenger seat before she could change her mind.
Noah slid into the driver’s seat, making a sound of overexaggerated appreciation as he grasped the steering wheel and basically stroked it. Taking her off guard, he leaned over and brushed his lips over hers before starting the car.
That small action had butterflies taking flight in her belly. Sighing, she looked out the window. She was so screwed when it came to him.
Noah slowed Erin
’s car as they pulled down the long, winding road that couldn’t really be called a driveway because it was two miles long. Live oak trees covered in Spanish moss lined the paved road and covered much of the surrounding acres. Even though the gate hadn’t been closed, Noah knew they were being watched.
His innate wolf sense was going crazy, clawing at him to be set free. There were definitely more than two vampires in the vicinity. Probably worked for François LaPomeret, the vamp they were visiting. Or maybe he had guests. It was late afternoon and after visiting six other bloodborn households in and around New Orleans Noah was ready for a break from interacting with vamps. The first two they’d visited had been unattached males who’d had no interest in continuing their line at the moment. They’d been relatively young bloodborns born into this century living off their family money, and while they’d been annoyed to have had their sleep disturbed, they’d seemed so human compared to many of the vamps Noah had interacted with. And they’d both checked out Erin blatantly in the way Noah imagined human college boys would have done. Under other circumstances it would have pissed him off, but they’d been harmless. Well, as harmless as a vampire could be, but no threat to either him or Erin. And Erin was hot. Other males would notice and it was something he was trying to deal with.
“Ian made an interesting note next to LaPomeret’s name.” There was a touch of humor in Erin’s voice that made Noah turn toward her.
“Ian?”
She nodded, her lips quirking slightly. “He sent the same list your father gave me but he added anecdotes next to each name. The others have been professional but apparently this guy is a goat-fucking-piece-of-shit and if I killed him the Brethren would probably give me a medal or make me an honorary vampire.”
