Tooth and Claw (The Harry Russo Diaries Book 2) by Lisa Emme

Author:Lisa Emme [Emme, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lisa Emme Publishing
Published: 2016-01-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The trip back into town was done in stony silence. I wanted to know more about Christina’s disappearance, but I didn’t think Nash would be up for conversation. His face remained grim and his knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel.

When we hit city limits, Nash turned towards the Bonham district, an upper-middle-class suburb that had a large werewolf population. I didn’t know where Nash was taking me but for once I figured I would just keep my mouth shut and cooperate. Besides, I was beginning to think he had forgotten I was even there and if I drew attention to myself he might remember and make me go home. Christina was my friend and I wanted to help out. I didn’t want him to go all ‘this is werewolf business’ on me and shut me out.

We pulled up to a large ranch style bungalow. There were characteristics of the Craftsman style here as well, so I figured it must run in the family and we were at Eleanor’s or one of Nash’s sisters’ homes. Nash turned off the engine and then just sat staring at the steering wheel. He ran a hand through his already well-tousled hair. He looked so worried, I couldn’t help myself, I reached out and put my hand on his, giving it a squeeze.

“It’s going to be all right,” I said, putting every ounce of confidence I had into my words. “We’re going to find her.”

Nash turned and gave me a worried smile. “Harry, I…about last night…” He paused, letting out a deep breath.

“Look, it’s okay. We don’t need to talk about it right now. We need to concentrate on finding Christina.”

Nash squeezed my hand and nodded. He turned and climbed out of the truck. I did the same, following him up the sidewalk to the front door. It wasn’t until we were standing on the porch that I remembered what I was wearing. Great, just great. Talk about a walk of shame. I don’t know which would have been worse – if I was still wearing the same dress as the night before or wearing clothes that obviously belonged to Nash - might as well be wearing a big sign around my neck that said ‘we had sex’.

Nash noticed my discomfort and chuckled. I scowled at him and he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing. We’re about to walk into a room full of werewolves and no matter how much peach body wash you used, which smells delicious by the way, you still have my scent all over you.” The smile he gave me was rather smug. I must have been standing there with my mouth open because he chucked me under the chin, giving me a cheeky wink. I snapped my mouth shut and glared at him. He laughed again and then opened the door and walked in, leaving me to follow.

Werewolves are generally touchy-feeling people, at least amongst themselves. It must be the whole pack animal thing.

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