Wolf's Survival by T.A. Chase

Author:T.A. Chase [Chase, T.A.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Bella’s barking alerted Oliver that a truck was coming up the drive. Jacob had gone out to the flock, though he said he’d be back when the bureau agent showed. Oliver smiled at the way Jacob had growled at him after he’d told his lover he didn’t need Jacob to hold his hand. He was an adult, used to doing things on his own.

Jacob had yanked him into his arms and kissed him, hard and possessively. Oliver’s mind had melted and he’d forgotten what they were arguing about until after Jacob left.

The vehicle stopped and turned off. Oliver pushed open the front door, stepping out on the porch. The dogs had the man surrounded, while Bella joined Oliver.

“Leave him be,” Oliver ordered.

The dogs ignored him, and he frowned. He started to head out, 87

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but Bella sat in front of him, blocking his access to the stairs.

“Bella, what are you doing?”

“What she’s trained to do, protect you.” Jacob stalked around the corner of the house. His low whistle brought the dogs to him.

“I’m Jacob Tasker.”

The agent didn’t offer to shake hands with Jacob. “I’m going to pull my ID from my pocket.”

Jacob inclined his head, like a king granting a boon to a subject. Oliver rolled his eyes.

“When you’re done playing king of the manor, could you escort Agent Michaels in? I have coffee ready.”

Oliver whirled around and strolled into the house, trying hard not to stomp and act like a child. Christ, the man’s arrogance was enough to try the patience of a saint, and Oliver never claimed to be one of those.

“I appreciate you letting me come out here, Mr. Tasker. I need to talk to Mr. Wingate about the attack, but I don’t think he’d be welcomed back in Red Cliff.”

Agent Michaels looked older than Jacob, around fifty or so. His short hair was streaked with gray, plus the lines around his mouth spoke of long and lonely hours spent searching out killers, robbers, and just plain evil people. The agent managed to keep himself in shape, but there was weariness about him that made Oliver want to hug Michaels and offer him a place to relax for a while.

“I don’t trust those redneck assholes any farther than I could throw them,” Jacob snapped.

“Probably a good idea. If I wasn’t used to keeping an eye out for an attack, I’d probably have ended up dead in a ravine somewhere nearby.” Agent Michaels turned to greet Oliver. “Mr.

Wingate, I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

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“Agent Michaels.” Oliver offered his hand. “Thank you for driving all the way out here.”

“No problem, and please, call me Andrew.”

“And you can call me Oliver.” He grinned at Andrew, ignoring the way Jacob loomed beside them. “Please come in and sit down.

Would you like some coffee?”

“I’d love some. Thank you.” Andrew sat down, tugging a notebook from his inside pocket.

“Do you take sugar or milk?” he called over his shoulder as he went into the kitchen.

“Just black.”

Oliver reached up to pull out some coffee mugs.

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