We looked at each other. “That’s great news,” I said. “Thanks so much.”
“So get out of my cabin. No, I’m kidding. Stay as long as you want. Actually, there’s a run tonight if you want to meet the Denver pack.”
Roy glanced at me and raised his brows in question.
I shrugged.
“We’ll pass.” He kept his gaze on mine as he added, “Brooke’s going to drive back to Montana with me and check out Cooper Valley.”
I nodded my agreement.
“Where you are always welcome, I should add. I can’t thank you enough.”
My phone buzzed from across the room, on the kitchen counter charging. As Roy wrapped up his call with Mark, I climbed from his lap and checked my phone.
It was a text from Casey.
I’m back in town. Are you around?
No, I’m at a friend’s cabin. Then I’m heading to Montana with the guy!
I didn’t think sharing that it was a DEA agent’s cabin and we’d been hiding out from murdering drug kingpins over a text was a good idea.
What? Hold up! That was why I texted.
We need to talk about the Marine.
28
BROOKE
* * *
“There you are!” Casey said.
I’d just shut the front door of my house behind me when she stuck her head around the corner from the kitchen.
After she’d texted me that she wanted to talk about Roy, I’d tried to call her but couldn’t get through. I found her car in the driveway when Roy brought me here to pack a bag to go to Montana. She had a key to my place and had let herself in.
He hadn’t wanted to leave me here, but I told him Casey and I needed to catch up, so he’d reluctantly dropped me off to pack up his stuff–and the few things I’d left behind–and check out from the hotel. I wanted to talk to her in private before I introduced them since it seemed like she had something to say about him.
“Where have you been?” Casey asked. “I flew back early to talk to you and make sure you’re okay.” She exhaled hard. She was in a pair of black leggings and an old band t-shirt, but she had on full makeup, and her hair was up in her “flight attendant” style. She hadn’t been back for long. “And why is there cereal everywhere?”
I hadn’t been in the house since the whole bad-guys-almost-shooting-me situation. Seeing the spilled raisin bran reminded me of what had almost happened here. At least the bodies were gone. It only solidified my decision to go to Montana with Roy. I didn’t feel comfortable in the house anymore.
“A crazy thing happened,” I told her. “I didn’t tell you about it when we talked on the phone.”
She gasped and came over to me, looked me over. Her gaze snagged on the bite mark on my shoulder. “Oh my God, did he hurt you?”
I slapped a hand over the mark. It didn’t hurt any longer, so I’d forgotten about it. “Who? Roy?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Roy.”
I shook my head. “No, he rescued me. It’s a long story. I never told you how I met him in the first place.” I took a deep breath and pulled her to the couch where we sat down, ignoring the cereal under our butts.
I gave her a quick rundown about what happened from the beginning. With the work meeting and the wire transfer, the bad guys and how I’d run into Roy. I left out the part about him killing people and about being a wolf.
She listened, a frown between her brows. “I’m glad he rescued you, but do you think maybe this is happening a little fast?”