Page 11 of Filthy Savage
“Yes, why?”
“Thanks for letting me know.”
“So that’s it?” I ask.
“It is,” Dean reassures me. “Sonya was just checking in. She just doesn’t want anyone here to worry. Trust me, she knows we’d be on a flight to search all of Europe if we don’t hear from her. Are you ready to leave?”
“Pretty much, yes.”
He unfolds his arms, runs a hand through his thick, chestnut brown hair, and glances at me again. “Okay, I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Thanks.”
“How do you know Axe Voltaire?” he asks as we head for the front entrance.
“I don’t, really. I just met him this morning.”
“Be careful with that guy,” he warns me. I’m sure it’s more than the typical brotherly advice Dean used to give Sonya and me during our teens. “Are you okay to drive?”
“Sure. I’m fine.”
We walk to my car under the dim night sky, and Dean waits for me to get inside.
“Thanks again for Sonya’s update,” he says. “Keep me posted if she reaches out again. She knows how much I avoid using the phone.”
I nod. “Will do. See you around.”
Putting my key in the ignition, I start my car and let my eyes follow Dean as he returns inside. Something was so off about him today. It probably had everything to do with Mr. Irresistible Biker.
With a quick glance in my rearview mirror, I put the vehicle in reverse and start to roll out of the parking spot, then my breath catches.
I see him.
Axe.
He’s still here, and he’s headed right for my driver side door.
