The waves of Zoe's distress rolled around Tank, inciting his wolf to snarl and snap. It took a great deal of restraint to lead the two strangers into his kitchen and pretend that everything was under control.
I felt horribly embarrassed. I mean, yeah, that moment Tank first looked at me there was this instant of amazing heat, and I could have sworn the man was knocked to his knees, metaphorically speaking, by our mutual attraction. And then he tells me to put more clothes on, and I realize that not only is Dan there, but two guys in suits. Strangers.
Fergusson noticed the monitor. "You have the street under surveillance?"
"My neighbors' and I, yes, we do." Tank made a few gestures on the surface of the monitor, changing the camera to continue showing the sedan.
"All of your neighbors are in on this?" Fergusson asked with some skepticism.
Tank shrugged. "We bought the neighborhood because it was a decently defensible area."
Zoe blinked up at him, tears trailing down her cheeks. "Hey," she croaked out.
"You alright? I thought I heard you call out," Tank said, voice soft and trying to project mellow vibes as he eased into the room. Fergusson was right behind him, trailed by Jody.
Tank met Zoe's cousin on the front porch. The man had his cop face on, but the scent of anger, stress and worry tugged at Tank's wolf. Tank gave the man enough time to study him before opening the front door and granting him entry.
When I woke up the next morning, I have to admit, I was a little out of it. Nothing felt right. There was too much light in the room, for one, and that stroked the dim throbbing in the back of my head rather the same way running your hand from tail to head up a cat's spine strokes their fur. The room smelled, well, wrong, and I felt kind of queasy from that. The blankets were too heavy, making me feel like someone was trying to trap me. I struggled out of them, only to start shivering as I clambered out of the bed.