by Sadie Hart
He’d make sure of it.
“Then just pull over.”
He glanced back at Tegan. “Stretch?”
“No. I’m going to drive. Five hours is a long time behind the wheel, buddy. Suck it up, pull over, and let me drive.”
“I’m still good.”
Tegan grunted. “Well I’m not. My leg’s asleep and she’s rubbing against me to the point where if you don’t pull over I’m not going to be responsible for my actions. It’s your turn to take a shift.”
“Well, when you put it like that,” he angled the car away from the exit ramp, laughing at Tegan’s rough growl. “Fine, fine. I’ll take one for the team. Oh, the hardship.”
Turning off the highway, he pulled into a gas station. “Needed gas again anyway.”
Kanon passed Tegan a twenty. “All I got.”
“Better than I had. Should we wake her?”
“No. We’ll see how far twenty bucks gets us first.” Kanon’s stomach gave an irritated rumble but he ignored it. The parking lot was quiet; only one other car at the pumps, and it was rusty hatchback with a blonde woman pumping gas. Human, according to his nose. No threats.
The road had been quiet too, only the occasional pass of headlights. They got gas, and Kanon wiggled his way under Lennox, cradling her gently in his lap while Tegan turned the car back towards the highway.
“Any ideas?”
Kanon toyed with a strand of her hair. She had light freckles over her nose and he ran a thumb across them. Lennox shifted against him, snuggling closer. Her hand fell over his thigh as a sleepy groan slipped from her. Kanon rolled his head back against the headrest on the seat with a grunt.
“Told you, she’s a killer.”
“Yeah. And no, I don’t have anything. When the fuck did I piss off a witch?”
“You sleep with one?”
Possibly. He wasn’t exactly celibate, and while he had standards, he didn’t normally care much about whether or not they were lion, witch, snake...it didn’t matter. If they had a wicked smile, a mean dance, and could make him laugh...
Grand criteria right there.
“Didn’t exactly check their magickal history. Unless you’re telling me you teeth checked yours.”
“Gift horses and all,” Tegan said with a laugh. “And no.”
“Besides, didn’t we decide it was male?”
Tegan lifted both eyebrows as he glanced through the rearview window and Kanon flipped him off. “Contrary to popular belief, you’re the only guy I fuck.”
“Always makes me so damn proud too.” Stark possession claimed Tegan’s voice and it drew a satisfied laugh from Kanon.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice every bit as rough with claim. “But maybe a brother to someone? Though I tend to try not to break hearts.”
He shrugged.
“Maybe someone scorned?”
Yeah, because Kanon had never told a woman no before. “And how long do you think that list is?”
“Well, witch and male isn’t exactly narrowing it down.”
“Nor is the list for those probably pissed at me. I’m not always likeable. I grin and people take it the wrong way.”
Tegan laughed. “It’s not your grin that pisses people off. It’s the leer you give their wives when you turn down their sister.”
Lennox cuddled closer, her hand sliding higher and Kanon snatched it before she could reach the point of no return. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. She looked so small sometimes. Fragile. She’d kick his ass for thinking that too.
“You’re not exactly innocent up there,” he told Tegan. He ran his thumb across her knuckles. “Who’d have thought this though, right?”
Tegan made a sound low in his throat. “Yeah. Ridgeback. Of all the women on the planet. Protecting your ass too. I always thought we’d have to kill a Hound one day and go into hiding.”
He’d actually thought that when he’d seen her ready to face down Tegan in his living room. Tegan would never let some dog drag him off to get shot, and she hadn’t looked like the kind of woman to take no for answer. Neither of those had changed, she’d just joined their side.
For now.
“Still might.” It just wouldn’t be her. They’d tie her up and leave her somewhere, but that was it. But he also didn’t think for one second she’d let them kill another Hound, not even to save themselves.
“Yeah. Maybe. Hopefully not. Don’t think she’d forgive us if it turns that sour.”
Kanon looked down at her, her red hair spilled over his jeans, her face lax with sleep. It made her look soft. Kissable. His. Lifting her hand, he brushed a kiss over her knuckles.
“Get some sleep,” Tegan said. “Got a bit of a drive ahead of us yet.”
Kanon nodded, but he didn’t drift off. Instead he held Lennox’s hand against his chest, watching the rise and fall of her breathing. However this ended, he just didn’t want her hurt. Stupid, silly. She was a Hound, and one who might very well change her mind and turn him in.
But he wanted her safe. Tegan safe. Everyone safe. He twisted in his seat and stared out the back window, looking for tails. When they made it to Colorado, no one would be after them.
He’d make sure of it.
***
They were a few hours past the Colorado border when Lennox stirred awake, stretching against him. She felt incredible. Even as she froze for a second before pulling away. She rubbed her eyes. “Could have sworn I fell asleep with the other one.”
“That a problem?”
“I wouldn’t dare wound your ego.” A smile hitched one corner of her lips up, teasing, as she slumped back against him. Kanon felt the tension in his chest ease away. He didn’t know why, but that mattered. Her not favoring Tegan. Not favoring either of them.
Probably because she wasn’t with either of them, let alone both of them.
A fact he could get better at remembering. She wasn’t theirs. Never would be.
“How far out are we?”
“Just a few minutes. Been in residential for a half hour, about ready to stab something,” Tegan muttered.
“He’s just pissed because I’ve seen the same white car four times now.”
She stiffened against him, but Kanon pressed a hand to her shoulder, holding her down. “Female driver, but we’re being careful.”
Lennox laughed then. “White Ford Fusion perhaps? SONG4EV as the license plate?”
Kanon slid her a look. She grinned up at him, smug.
“Well I didn’t see the plate, it’s always behind us.”
“It’s Mel. She takes the freeway home from work. She hits the burger joint every night, which is why she’s not behind us now.” She nudged the back of the driver’s seat with her foot. “Just go.”
Arguing was futile and they both knew it, so Kanon wasn’t surprised when Tegan turned back down the residential street. Sure enough, a white car sat in the drive. “Damn, she even knew the plate.”
“I helped her pick it out.”
“What kind of job does she work where she dresses like that?” Cause whoa. Those clothes could have been painted on. Kanon swallowed and leaned forward in his seat to get a better look at the mirco-mini skirt. And what he wouldn’t have given to be that artist. Drool pooled in his mouth when an elbow rammed into his gut.
“Excuse you.” There was no mistaking the growl in Lennox’s voice.
He grinned. “Couldn’t help it.”
“Can’t blame a man either,” Tegan said. “Two healthy, hot blooded men and damn...”
Lennox pursed her lips, but before she could do anything unreasonable Kanon looped his arm back around her waist. He pressed a kiss just behind her ear. “Still want you,” he whispered.
“Not what I was worried about.” Her elbow knocked into his chest again as she pried herself free. “More concerned with the two of you jumping my best friend.”
Tegan grinned, putting the car in park. “And here we were thinking you were jealous.”
“Not o
n your life.” Lennox let herself out and bolted up the walk. Mel had turned, milkshake in one hand, leopard print purse in the other, but the moment she saw Lennox she stuffed them both on the roof of her car and scurried to meet her.
How she ran in those heels were beyond him, but hell. Heels like that could make a man want. “I don’t think Lennox wears heels,” Tegan said.
“Shame. A damn shame.”
“Lennie!” Mel caught Lennox and wrapped her in a hug, nothing but the moon and the street lamp overhead to cast them in light. “Jeez girl, you drive straight here? And you look like hell.”
Mel leaned back and took a good look at her friend, then she flicked her gaze towards them. Surprise flashed through her eyes as she turned her attention back on Lennox. She gave a soft cough but Lennox pushed her. “Don’t even say it.”
“Lions?”
Tegan twisted in his seat. “Guess that’s our cue.”
“I was holding off for the mud fight, but this works too.”
The little house was cute, in that, he could tell it was owned by a woman kind of way. Flowers, baby blue siding, cutsie little yard decorations. Nothing like the sex in heels woman holding Lennox.
The moment both car doors shut the women turned. Lennox looking so out of place as she watched them. Awkward. As if she didn’t know how to introduce them. Her friend had no such qualms. “Melody Knight, you can call me Mel.”
She shoved out both hands, one for each of them. Cute. Kanon gripped her hand, trying to scent the air without looking conspicuous. She smelled canine. Another Hound perhaps, but for some reason, he didn’t think so. “Kanon Reyes.”
“You’re a Reyes?”
Every muscle in his body went stiff. He’d known coming back into Colorado that he’d be inching close to Boulder Pride and the man who’d sired him. But he’d checked the map. They were a half hour, maybe more, outside of pride territory. “Name only.”
“Can’t wait to see you in better light.” She gave a low whistle.
Lennox stepped up behind her. “Reyes?”
“Oh honey, I’ll have to take you to work with me this week. Half the boys in the pride all drop in. Hot guys, good food, and great dancing.” She turned back to Tegan. “And you?”
“Tegan Sharpe. You won’t have heard of me.”
Kanon wanted to knock him flat. He’d have liked the anonymity.
“Well come on, let’s go in. I need food and a story before bed.” She looped a hand through Lennox’s arm and dragged the Hound towards her car to fetch her purse and drink. “Lions?”
Lennox groaned. “Yeah. Drop it.”
“I think she’s ashamed of us.” Kanon nudged Tegan in the gut, drawing a laugh from his partner. Lennox stretched a hand out above her head and flipped them the bird.
“Or not,” he murmured. “I think that’s an invitation.”
Melody’s rich laugh rang out as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “I like them. We’re gonna get along just fine.”
Chapter Eight
She didn’t know what to do with them. They chatted with Mel like they’d lived here all their lives and known her just as long. Kanon straddled a bar stool at the island between the kitchen and the dining room, hovering over his plate as he shoveled in another mouthful of eggs.
Tegan sat at the table, feet propped up on another chair, his third plate already polished clean, and Mel ran around the house in stilettos making them feel at home. Lennox reached a hand out and caught her elbow. “Sit. Relax. We didn’t come here to enslave you.”
“Pfft. You sit, you eat, and you spill your sexy little guts out.” Melody spun out of range, her dancer’s feet quick in her heels as she headed for the kitchen just as the toast popped out of the toaster. “I never pictured you the type to date one lion, let alone two. Girl. Spill it now.”
Mel jabbed a red nailed finger at her and Lennox sighed. It wasn’t like that. They were... She winced. How was she supposed to explain? “We’re not dating.”
“She broke into my house.” Kanon stabbed his fork into a bite of sausage and jabbed it at her. “Figured she was a lioness in heat.”
Oh God. Lennox blushed. “Not even close. I was there to arrest him.”
“Sure honey, that’s why Kanon’s not behind bars,” Tegan said.
“He’s not behind bars because you two managed to convince me that he deserved a shot at innocence.”
Kanon grinned. “Because you like me.”
Lennox crossed her arms and turned to fix Melody a glare. She was not about to encourage this. “I agreed to give him a shot. Turns out they were right, it wasn’t his fault. Sadly, all three witnesses I spoke to ended up dead. Now we have no evidence.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. Within twenty four hours, this whole thing has gone to Hell and Kanon is being set up, I can’t trace the murderer, and...”
Both men had sobered, picking at their food. Shit. Lennox groaned and took a step between them, not knowing who to go to first. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Not your fault,” Kanon said softly. He swallowed another piece of sausage. “I’d be dead if it weren’t for you.”
Melody passed them each a piece of toast, butter dripping over the sides. She licked her fingers clean, but her eyes were warm with sympathy. “They were friends of yours?”
“Yeah,” Tegan said.
They finished their meal in silence, Lennox not knowing how to fix it. Not sure if she even could fix it. She helped Melody clean up the plates. Kanon moved first, sliding off his stool to set his cup in the sink. “Where do you want us to stretch out?”
“Uh...well, I have one guest bedroom.” Her gaze slid to Lennox. “Lennie can bunk with me, so you all can split the spare bed and the couch.”
“Shame,” Kanon murmured, reaching a hand out to brush his knuckles down her cheek. Lennox just stood there, breath caught in her throat, as his touch skimmed all the way down her neck. “Thought you were bunking with us?”
He flipped her off. “Or was that not an invitation?”
He tried for a smile, but it fell short of real. There was too much pain, too much hurt in his eyes. Not knowing what else to do she gave him a shove. “Go you. Divvy up your sleeping spots.”
“Actually,” Tegan passed her a cup and snagged Kanon by the back pocket of his jeans. “I think we’ll bunk. Wanna show us this room?”
“You are not sleeping together.”
Kanon wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything fun without you.”
She slugged him as Melody rocked back on her heels and laughed. “First door on the left when you go down the hall.”
Lennox turned to protest when Mel caught her by the arm. “You and me outside. Where we can talk in private.”
Mel flashed them both a wink, then dragged her out the sliding glass door. Cool night air whispered over her skin. Crickets chirped from the lawn as Mel dragged her over to an old wooden swing. Lennox flopped back into it while Mel climbed up, tucking her feet under her. “You like them.”
“Don’t start.”
“They’re hot.” She didn’t have to look at Mel to know the dog was grinning. Lennox pushed off with her heels, sending the swing rocking, and stared up at the stars. Mel’s smile widened. “Really hot.”
“Half the men on the planet you think are hot.”
“You know that hunk I mentioned?”
“My case in point.” Lennox couldn’t help but laugh.
Mel, bless her heart, but she loved boys like they were candy. And with a dancer’s body and her personality flair, she was good at catching them. Lennox did stable men. Hot didn’t really enter her equation much until she’d established jobs, their criminal record, and what was under their skin. Lion was pretty much an instant disqualification in her last category.
She didn’t even know what Tegan and Kanon did for a living. Were they missing work? Did they even have jobs? Her stomach got queasy jus
t thinking about it. Melody laughed. “Chillax, girl. You look ready to puke.”
“I don’t even know if they have jobs.”
Mel leaned against her. “My guy is a lion. He flirts with everyone but me, so I know he likes me. He just doesn’t want to admit it.”
“Ah, Mel.” Lennox didn’t want to see her get hurt.
“He’s a Reyes.”
Damn. “Tell me more.”
Melody gave her a look that told her she was crazy. “Come on, Boulder Pride. Gaston Reyes.”
That Reyes family? They were one of the biggest lion prides in the country. Five or six pride males, all related. Their turf covered pretty much half the state. Lennox closed her eyes. Shit. Territory lines. They had to be close if not already trespassing, for a Hound it wouldn’t matter, two more male lions? Oh, yeah. Melody caught her before she could bolt to her feet.
“We’re about a half hour outside of Boulder Pride’s turf. There’s a splinter pride just starting a little above it, so I don’t recommend you cross Main Street. But you’re good right here.”
Lennox blew out a breath, her hand pressed to her chest. “Good. I didn’t bring them here to get them killed.”
“I bet not. You can’t have fun with them if they’re dead.”
“Seriously?”
“Come on, Lennie. Anyone with eyes can see you have the hots for them both, they both have the hots for you, and they both look more than willing to try a ménage a trois.”
“They liked you.” Lennox had seen their burning stares, heard the male chatter about short skirts and the gruff appreciation in their voices. She didn’t have that. Melody was lean, slender. She had a dancer’s body and grace. She also oozed sexuality when it came to men.
Lennox, on the other hand, she was built more like a tree than a woman. Solid, sturdy, that about described her. She had some hips, had some tits, but she wasn’t exactly the kind of girl to garner attention. So far, she hadn’t had much competition and she amused them. Put Melody in that room though and Lennox shook her head. She didn’t stand a chance.
“Oh girl, please. I’m flouncing around in a four inch mini skirt.” Melody bounced off the swing and pointed to the leather skirt. It was small. “Look at this. You going to blame them for looking? With me in hooker heels no less?”