What the Cat Dragged In by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-549-1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-06-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

CONNOR WAS waiting for the phone to ring. It would tell them to head east into the valley and up into the mountains. There was another bear caught, an important one. One they needed to find because….

He frowned and closed his eyes. Was it the bear? Was that what was important? A bear? Or something else.

Something east.

The phone would ring soon, and Brock would drive. East into the canyon, toward the mountains.

That was both good and bad. Brock was restless to get moving, scared of their bond. But the rescue would be danger—

The sound of Brock’s ringtone, which was “Ramblin’ Man,” sounded, and Brock sat up, hair in wild disarray. “Hello?”

Connor slipped out of bed and began to pack. Something was lost. Something needed to be found. Something to the east.

“Uh-huh. Yeah. So up toward Estes? I can be there in maybe four hours.”

Five with breakfast, he thought. He packed their food, moving quickly.

“Yeah? Three, at least? Okay. I’m on my way. Text me the coordinates so I can take the shortest route.” Brock hung up, grinning at him. “We got a job.”

“Good deal. More bears?”

“Yep. Same operation, different branch. These guys seem to be more organized.”

“Why do they want to do this?” He knew the answer, he did. Money. But how many people wanted dead bears?

“There’s a bigger market than you think for organs. The Asian medicine trade is huge. They think the three we’re going after today are slated for wildlife parks.”

“Three. Poor bears.”

“No shit.” They threw on clothes, moving fast. “Grab the toiletries, Connor.”

“Already done.”

“Good man.” Brock gave him a hard kiss. “We’ll grab some food on the way. There’s bound to be something in Mesa or Collbran.”

“Works for me.” He could go with the flow, since the flow was going the way he needed to. Who knew what would happen after that? Anticipating just got him bit in the ass.

God knew, he didn’t need that. Brock was nibbly enough.

Connor chuckled, and Brock mock glared at him. “No sex thoughts when we have to travel.”

He went for innocent. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No?” Brock popped his ass, not even hard enough to sting.

“Not a clue.” He grabbed the bags of food, leaving the backpacks for Brock.

Brock tossed the bags out on the porch, then disappeared back inside. The guy was careful about leaving no trace. When Brock reappeared, he held a bag of trash. They would stop at the dumpster when they checked out.

He packed everything in the truck, making sure they were secure. Their bags went into the toolbox, and he automatically inventoried the weapons.

“Everything good?”

He nodded. It was now that Brock had a sidearm of his own. Connor had fought for it, and damned if Brock hadn’t shelled out to replace the weapon he’d lost during that first bear rescue.

He didn’t feel the need to always be armed, but when it was necessary… well, it was necessary, dammit.

“Let’s hit it, Ragbone.” Brock hopped in the truck, grinning like a fool.

“East. Heading east.

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