Page 10 of Runaway Wolf
Her lips curled up into a tentative smile as she glanced sideways at him. “Half-mast?”
“Full. A concrete hard-on. Probably the size of your arm.”
She bit her lip as she looked away, but it didn’t mask the hint of curiosity. That was good. It was the beginning spark of interest, and he could live with that.
They drove a few more minutes before they reached the end of the road.
“Okay, here we go. Main strip of town. Turn right here and we’re coming behind the station.”
“Ahh, I see it now.” She circled around the station and came to a stop at the pump. She peered around him to look through the passenger window. “Huh. There was a little old man who sat in that chair yesterday.”
Noah, the asshole, said, “No little old men work here.”
Noah was elbowed by Penny, like that was funny. Between the two of them, something was going on. Truth was, old Mack looked older than his fifty-odd years and did sit outside sometimes.
“Uhh, you can’t pay at the pump,” Caitlin whispered, her eyes glued to the ancient pump missing the card reader.
“Nope. Still old school up here in the mountains. Gotta go inside with your credit card, sis,” Penny said, way too gleeful.
“Umm, well—” Caitlin appeared to be stalling as she squinted into the darkened windows of the station.
“I’ll do the honors of pumping,” Noah said quickly, jumping out and heading for the tank.
“Oh, I can do it,” Caitlin called out.
“Don’t be silly,” Penny countered. “You gotta go inside and pay anyway. Noah can pump.”
“Well, shit,” Caitlin muttered under her breath.
“You want me to pay?” Isaac’s voice was low enough that the others couldn’t hear. Maybe she didn’t want to admit she had no money?
“What? No. I can do it. Unless… you’d rather come with?” There was a pleading look in her eyes that made him feel—needed. Wanted. His wolf sat up inside him.
“On one condition,” Isaac countered.
“What’s that?”
“You tell me why you’re freaked out. Share your deep secrets, woman.”
She sighed. “It’s just this old movie that’s always stuck in my head. An old deserted town. Looks fine, right? But it’s deserted for a reason. You find out when the people in the car separate that the crazy town folk are killers—”
“House of Wax!” Penny screeched, her voice at high volume.
Both Noah and Isaac winced, covering their ears, and he had it worse since Noah was outside.
“Sorry,” Penny said in a more normal tone. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe you still think of that movie!”
“Penny,” Noah called from outside.
“Oh, hell,” Penny said, scowling at him. “All right, all right. So, I still freak out over that movie, too, Caitlin. Noah goes inside the station with me. Especially at night.”
“What is thisHouse of Wax?” Isaac asked.
Noah stuck his head into the driver’s window. “A movie the two of them watched when they were kids. Neither one could ever talk about it because they snuck into the theater room and hid behind the seats to watch it.”
“It was scary,” Caitlin assured him.
“Wait,” Isaac said, his head tilted. “You had a theater inside your house? Did everyone else miss this?”
