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“You’re wet.”
What? How did he know? Did he have super-sneaky senses, and if so, what was his secret? My jeans were soaked with slick, and I hadn’t planned on changing my underwear before picking up Dane. I couldn’t go commando. Someone would notice.
“Nothing to do with you,” I snapped, wishing I could wipe the condescending smile off his face. Shit, I didn’t even know his name. I’d have to look up the head of La Luna Noir.
“Even I can’t make it rain,” he quipped and raised his coffee cup.
Was that a reference to making money? “What are you talking about?” He was making me late, and I had to get going, but I stayed put.
“It’s raining, and you’re getting wet.”
My cheeks flamed, and I bit my bottom lip to stifle my frustration and embarrassment.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I put the car in drive.
He got out, holding a big black umbrella and walking to my side of the car, and gave me a coffee. “Nope. I’m right where I want to be.”
Shit. My problems were piling up. Not only was a La Luna Noir mobster stalking me, signaling a huge-ass amount of trouble, but my heart was also putting me in danger.
SIX
RANGER
“I’m right where I want to be.”
That could be taken two ways and one of them was a threat which hadn’t been my intention.
“Cappuccino?”
“I prefer a latte, but okay.”
He chugged the luke-warm coffee, and I couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes that hadn’t been there last night.
“Have a nice day.”
My mate sped off, and I let him go. I knew exactly where he was going because I’d just placed a tracker on his car. I could be arrested for that, not that any of the police on our payroll would let that happen.
I hadn’t told Flint, who was not only my brother but as Alpha was also my boss, that I’d met my mate. I’d persuaded Dad to stay quiet about what happened last night until I came to terms with it.
My dad loved to gossip, but he would never reveal pack secrets. He was more into who had just mated and was pregnantand whose kid had been given a scholarship to a prestigious school.
And I was grateful to the man who’d given birth to me. If he hadn’t had this bonkers idea of speed dating—and he was so proud that a couple met their fated mate last night—I would never have met… Matt.
“Matt!” I said the name out loud. Short and sweet.
Hawk was the only person I knew who’d met Matt. But my mate wouldn’t have used his real name when working for Dane.
My beast was pestering me to stop this cat-and-mouse game and mate the guy. My reservations weren’t about Matt being human but rather that he was a reporter—not an occupation favored by our La Luna Noir pack, or any other mafia organization. And, he was working with Obsidian shifters, trying to get information.
He’d seen too many movies where a guy infiltrated the mafia and got out with his life—just—and was labeled a hero for bringing the bad guys down. And he lived happily ever after in a tropical paradise with his true love and a few battle scars as proof of his former life.
I disliked Dane and his gang of not-so-merry men as much as anyone—Flint loathed the guy—but if Matt was undercover in one mafia group, he may have intended to infiltrate others, including our pack.
I needed to get to the office but perhaps I could stroll in late and fib, saying I was stuck in traffic. Except I couldn’t. Loyalty to my brother and La Luna Noir wouldn’t allow me. I was tracking Matt on my app, so I’d know where he was or where his car was.
But as I did a U-turn and retraced my steps, I hit the brakes. Shit, Hawk said my mate was working as a chauffeur. He wouldn’t be doing that in his banged-up car. Really, the guy had watched too many movies. The investigative hero always drove a car that needed to be in a wrecking yard.
Dane was driven around in a variety of vehicles, all expensive and less than six months old. I wouldn’t be able to track Matt until he got back into his own car. And who knew when that would be?
