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I step out into the roadway as the SUV nears, arm raised to slow their approach.
For a moment, I expect them to speed past. Then the car slows to a crawl before stopping feet away.
The driver’s window rolls down, the guard's face twisted in annoyance. “Move—”
I don’t give him time to say anything else. “Oh my god, thank you.” I rush over, damn near laying my upper body into his open window. “My car just stalled out, and I don’t know the first thing about the silly thing.”
He gives me a sour look. “Lady, get off my car.”
I blink as prettily as I can and lean back. “Oh. I’m sorry,” I say, peering at him like I’m seeing him for the first time. “It’s just I don’t know how to get it to start back. Could you help me?”
There is a curt command from the gloomy interior and the man’s jaw flexes. He presses his hand into my shoulder and shoves me back. My heels slip in the loose sand and gravel and it takes everything I can to stay upright by grabbing his mirror. I press the tracker between my fingers into the fiberglass frame, the device no larger than a ladybug.
He reaches out, as though to hit my hand, and I jerk back. “Hey,” I exclaim.
The driver glowers and the SUV takes off, spraying my skirt in sand.
I stand in the road, arms raised until they hit the corner and disappear.
Closing the hood, I climb back into my car and reach for the computer under the passenger seat. The small device powers up and I watch as the new green blip moves farther from my current location.
My lips curve. “Idiots.”
I set the computer beside me and pull back onto the road before following them back toward town. I’m careful to keep well away to avoid recognition. Not that I even need to worry about it. Miami is rife with expensive cars very similar to mine. It was why I selected it.
When the SUV breaks toward Harbor Point, I roll my eyes.
Of course.
I follow slower once away from regular traffic.
Every house is massive and surrounded by tall palms and ocean. Several have their own docks with beautiful yachts waiting to go. Personal security seems common place, and I can imagine the neighbors didn’t even bat an eye when these guys showed up.
The SUV pulls up the driveway to a crème and yellow Spanish style chateau. Sprawling over a rich, green yard, the roof is terra cotta, and open archways hold flickering lights. I can just make out the interior of the very full garage before the door closes behind the SUV. The only places with true shadows are the tree lines, but large male shapes move just inside the brush.
Whoever this guy is, he watches his back.
I ease down the street and make my way back out of the neighborhood and head back to my hotel.
I have work to do.
Chapter 9
Caine
I shuck my suit and slip into jeans and a black tee before joining the others in the primary room of the penthouse.
Ruin and Tanner stand at the bar, their heads turned to several laptops spread over the surface.
“Find anything?” I ask.
Ruin shakes his head. “Whoever the guy is, he is not well known, track?”
T nods. “I’ve scoured every registry based on his appearance details and if he is a supe, he isn’t listed.”
“We thinking human?” Gage asks.
“No,” I say fast. “He didn’t feel human.”
