Stanley, Gale - Mating Call [Black Wolf Gorge 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Gale Stanley

Author:Gale Stanley [Stanley, Gale]
Format: epub
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Published: 2010-09-28T21:08:33.054000+00:00

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Jude woke with an excruciating headache. The inside of his head felt like the rhythm section in a jazz ensemble. He tried to sit up but the pain drove him back down.

Shit! Why did I drink so much?

He reached over for Sable and found only cold, empty space.

Fuck!

His heart missed a beat. Calm down, old man. She's probably outside peeing.

He wasn't supposed to let her out of his sight. If Jonas knew, he'd pitch a fit. He'd been against this camping idea from the get-go because he was so damn afraid of losing his property. The hell with Jonas. He treated her like a dog. He didn't have the same feelings for Sable, and he sure as hell didn't own her.

When had his own feelings changed? It happened so gradually he couldn't be sure when it stopped being all about the sex. He wasn't knocking the sex, it was explosive. He wanted her all the time, but more than that, he wanted to be around her. He could talk to her, and she liked the same things he did, running, camping, sleeping under the stars. He loved the time they spent together. Hell, sometimes he forgot she was only part human. Most of the time, he didn't care.

"Sable!" he yelled, and, damn, it made his head hurt more. He crawled out of the tent on all fours and looked around. Dawn was breaking. He wanted to watch the sun come up with Sable. Another twinge of dread hit when he didn't spot her.

She must have gone for a run. He dressed quickly. Following the path of flattened grass she'd left, he kept calling her name, but only a hoot owl answered him.

He saw her sneaks lying by the fence, and his pulse quickened at the thought she might be hurt. Then he caught sight of the charred stick by the wires and he knew she'd escaped.

Fuck!

All the time he'd been mooning over her, she'd been planning the great escape. She must have been laughing her ass off at him, calling him every kind of idiot. Tears of anger, hurt, and worry stung the back of his eyelids. Most of all he felt lost. He missed her already.

He pulled the cell phone from his pocket to call Jonas. His brother didn't say much except to stay there and wait for him.

Fifteen minutes later, he watched him approach with Sherlock on a leash. The big, gentle bloodhound had the best nose in the county, next to Sable herself. If anyone could find her, it would be him.

Sherlock wore a GPS collar unit with a whip antenna that transmitted via a radio signal. Jonas carried a handheld unit that looked like a walkie-talkie. He barely looked at Jude.

"I'm sorry, Jonas."

Jonas took a bottle of deer piss out of his pocket and threw it at him. He sprayed himself while Jonas crouched down to look at the sneaks Sable left behind. He picked them up and started walking. Jude followed a few paces behind.

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