A Jaguars Touch by Lacey Thorn Page A

But then his life might not last much longer. He had every intention of going after Thomas when he left, and he was afraid he and Thomas might have already used up all their luck.

 
    Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    It was late by the time Vic and Gideon left his room. They’d gone at it all night and kicked the morning off with a few more rounds. The man was insatiable, and she was learning she was, as well—at least when it came to him.
    “Hey, Vic,” Finn said with twinkling eyes. “Late start today, huh.”
    Normally, she would have given him a smart comment, but she was feeling pretty content this morning, so she just hummed as she crossed to the coffee pot. Gideon had opted to go straight to the lab. Clara and Amia had been down there worried about Lydia Blane. Apparently, the woman had taken a turn for the worse last night, and the consensus seemed to be she wouldn’t last through another night.
    “What’s the schedule for today?” Vic asked, knowing they had plenty to do. Since she would be leaving with Murphy and Finn, she figured she might as well be working with them, now.
    “I need to head into town,” Finn said. “I was going to grab someone to go with me.”
    “Consider me grabbed,” she deadpanned and laughed when he choked on his coffee.
    “Yeah, I heard about your man last night, so let’s not work on getting me killed by saying shit like that,” Finn grumbled.
    “Murphy read things wrong,” she said. “That’s all. No big deal.”
    He gave her a funny look but didn’t say anything else about it.
    “What are we heading into town for?” she asked.
    “Gotta pick up a moving truck for Reno to take. We’ll pack most of what we can in there. Then I’ll need to pick up another one when we go. Tah, Logan and Zane will take one of the quad cab trucks and the SUV with them. We’ll load the motorcycles in the back of the truck Tah’s going in,” Finn said. “Unless you want to keep yours with you?”
    She shook her head. “As long as it makes it there, I don’t care. What about the ATVs?” Vic asked.
    “Two go in the truck Reno’s driving. Two with us when we go. I made sure to get the semi-sized moving trucks. We’ve got too much shit to haul to allow for anything smaller,” he answered.
    “And the other pick-up truck?”
    “We’ll hook it up to the back of the moving truck we’re taking. That’ll give us more room to pack shit in. Kenzie and Holt took the car they came in, so we don’t need to worry about that one,” he said. “Get some brunch and let’s get going. We need to get as much shit packed as we can. Abby’s appointment at the bank is tomorrow, early afternoon.”
    “Guess we better head out then,” she said, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the table. “Let me switch my coffee to a travel mug. You want?” she asked, turning to give him a brief look, coffee pot in hand. At his nod, she reached over and took another mug. “Let’s get going.”
    “You okay?” he asked.
    “Yeah, why?”
    “You keep rolling your shoulder then dropping your head to rub against it,” Finn said.
    Vic froze. She hadn’t realized she was even doing that. The scratch. The one she’d teased Gideon about making with his teeth. She’d played it off as a joke, but she remembered when he’d scraped her. For a moment, she’d thought he was going to bite her, had anticipated it. Not a mate , she reminded herself.
    “Scratched myself,” she said. “Just stings a bit. It’ll be fine.”
    It didn’t sting, though. It ached. She’d have to remember to use the mirror to check it out when she had a chance later. Most likely, it would be fine by the time she and Finn made it back, and she’d forget all about it.
    “Okay, let me tell Murphy we’re heading out,” Finn said. “He’s going through supplies downstairs, sorting what needs to be placed where. Be easier to pack that way.”
    “So what’s up with Lydia?” Vic asked him. “I saw Clara and Amia down in the labs with