“That could be why someone seems to be stalking us,” Liza suggested as they left the club. “Someone could be using the Breeds’ presence here to draw out as many members as possible and get information on the network rather than anything else.”
“That’s always possible,” Cullen agreed. “But I’d rather ensure your, Claire’s and Chelsea’s safety.”
“Don’t pull from the network,” Liza suggested. “We have enough friends who are members of the military or law enforcement who could fill in. I’d rather not risk the identities of the teams involved in relocation. We’re the only team not involved in that phase.”
And team members rarely had the identities of other team members. It was a safeguard, a precaution in case one was caught. Or in case a member became greedy and decided to sell information to the Genetics Council.
It had happened only once in all the decades of the Navajo Underground Network. But if it had happened once, it could happen again.
“We’ll see what we can do,” Cullen answered without giving an indication of whether he agreed or not.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her opinion, she told herself. She, Claire and Chelsea were junior members of the group, and in ways, still in training.
As they reached the car, Liza gave in to curiosity and glanced around the parking lot. She couldn’t see Stygian, but she was certain he was there. He wasn’t a man—a Breed—who would give up easily.
“All these hot and handsome Breeds are going to make me start wishing one would go nuts on me now.” Chelsea was laughing despite the declaration as she pulled her small sedan out onto the highway and headed back to Window Rock.
The night closed around them, and as Liza opened the passenger-side window, she couldn’t help but wish the wind was whipping around her as she rode behind Stygian on that motorcycle he had claimed to be riding.
And no doubt he had. He was big enough, strong enough, bold enough to risk life and limb on a hot desert night and a highway that could hold any number of surprises.
“Thank God it’s Friday.” Claire sighed wearily. “This hasn’t been a week I’d want to repeat.”
The planning and implementation of several assignments designed to draw in at least one of the shadows watching them had been an exercise in futility.
Until the morning Liza had taken her run, they had been certain they wouldn’t have to deal with the Bureau of Breed Affairs’s enforcers. Liza, along with the others, had been certain that capturing one of the forces tracking her would be a piece of cake.
Only they had watched that prized cake squashed into nothingness as Liza became immersed in a sensual battle with one of the most powerful Breeds. And he didn’t appear to be the sort to give up easily.
Or to do anything easily.
He would take her as he lived, she thought. Confidently, powerfully. He would hold her with those strong, broad hands, kiss her into senseless submission with lips that mesmerized her, and invade not just her body, but her heart as well.
“Did you hear me, Liza?” Chelsea complained as Liza fought to bring herself back from that place where Stygian’s arms enfolded her and his kiss heated her.
After all, she had been pretty cold lately, she thought wearily.
“No, I’m sorry, Chelsea, I was thinking of something else,” she answered her friend as she pushed back the images of her and Stygian together.
“Or someone else,” Chelsea smirked from the seat beside her. “That Breed, no doubt.”
“He’s arrogant,” Liza accused.
“He’s f**king hot.” Chelsea laughed.
“He’s too dominant,” Liza tried again.
“Yeah well, he could tie me to the bed and spank my ass any day he wants,” Chelsea proclaimed. “Damn, Liza, I know you’re not going to turn down that chance to have the most incredible sexual adventure of a lifetime. You know, Wolf Breeds’ cocks are supposed to be twice as thick as any human man’s. And you know what we’ve heard they do.”
“And Isabelle won’t say either way if her Coyote does that Coyote Breed thing when he comes,” Claire piped in. “Do you think their cocks really swell larger when they ejaculate, locking them inside a woman?”
“The fact that Isabelle refuses to say is a pretty good indication.” Chelsea sighed as though in anticipation. “No wonder they have such female groupies. I think I want to join the club.”
“Chelsea, you ignore the Breeds who do offer,” Claire pointed out as Liza felt her mouth go dry at the thought of being so exquisitely stretched and pleasured at the height of release.
“So do you,” Chelsea pointed out. “It’s not as though I’m the only one.”
“Then why are we telling Liza to take her Breed up on it?” Claire asked, clearly becoming more amused by the moment.
“Well, just because it beats me having to deal with those bossy creatures.” Chelsea laughed.
Grimacing, Liza watched the darkened scenery as they made their way to the outskirts of Window Rock, following Cullen’s Super Cab pickup as he rode with Reever. Klah and Steven rode behind them in Klah’s Land Rover.
Pulling into the driveway of the house, Liza restrained her sigh of relief before she and her housemates slid from the car. After Isabelle moved out to be with Malachi, their cousin Claire had decided to move in with them.
Of course, the men had to come in and check the house from one end to the other.
Liza wondered if they would do that for each other? She rather doubted it.
Actually, she knew they wouldn’t. Hell, someone had broken into Klah’s house the week the Breeds arrived and he hadn’t even called anyone until after he’d checked everything out himself.
But there was no telling them that she, Claire and Chelsea could take care of themselves. They refused to hear it.
Did they actually believe she would lie?
When the search was completed and their good-byes were said, the four men finally left.
As the door closed behind them, Liza locked it with a snap then turned, crossed her arms beneath her br**sts once again and faced her still-silent friends.
“Well?” she demanded when they said nothing.
Claire moved into the living room and turned on the television. She increased the volume enough that once they moved into the kitchen, nothing they said could be heard over the din of the television.