driver’s seat.
He chuckled gruff and low. “I suspect Declan just got bawled out and cut off.”
Leah only grunted in agreement. This was the first contact they’d made in four days, and like a couple of sissies, she and Declan had roshambo’d to see who had to make the daunting call. Bowen couldn’t have cared less if they made contact at all. He suggested they wait until they had sound proof of Joss’ and Carter’s whereabouts and then call the camp for back up, but both Declan and Leah agreed that contact was necessary. Yes, they’d left a brief note, but Leah couldn’t sleep another night without Gracen knowing she was truly okay.
When they took off, they’d taken only cash, weapons, and purchased disposable phones along the way. Bowen proved an expert at disappearing, highjacking vehicles daily, and keeping them in remote accommodations that certainly didn’t cut the AAA mustered.
They’d now been in the Medford area for two days, spending the first two driving scenic routes along the Oregon coast and inland—Bo feared that they may have missed clues the first time he’d searched.
Since their arrival, Declan and Leah had sensed unusual activity, high clusters of auras in certain areas, which didn’t match the agency’s numbers of registered gifted for the region.
“Doesn’t look happy,” grumbled Bowen toward Leah, his eyes on Declan as he walked back toward the car.
Declan climbed into the backseat, grumbling as well. “Gettin’ kicked in the nads would have been more enjoyable than that.”
“Who’d you talk to?” Leah asked, wheeling around to face him.
He gave her a cantankerous grin. “I started off with a lovely arse-chewing by Mattis. Then, T ripped the phone from his grip and an arse-chewing turned into a very loud and thorough description of where T planned to implant his foot upon seeing my ‘leprechaun mug’ again.” Declan huffed. “Homeland it is. You and I are definitely buzzing off to Ireland after this.”
She cringed. “Did he ask to speak to me?”
“What do you think?” Declan scowled. “Of course he did.”
“What did you tell him?”
This brought an about face—Declan lit in a jovial smile. “I went for honesty and told him you were a scared chicken-shit”
“Thanks,” she sulked, turning back around with a defeated plop.
Declan then stated toward Bowen, “Oh, and I overheard Reagan hollering in the background … something about you needin’ to run and hide for dragging Leah on yer escapade.”
Bowen pulled out into traffic, chuckling with amusement. “Ray was always a firecracker, popping off with threats. Gotta lover her, eh?” He glanced toward Leah, who sat lost in thought. “Hey, Leah, you knew what you were getting into, so stop sulking.”
She wielded sharply. “I’m not sulking! But forgive me if I spend a moment hoping that I don’t return to a failed relationship.”
Bowen placed both his hands over the top of the steering wheel and turned them palms up. “Hope in one hand.” He raised his left. “Or shit in the other.” He then raised his right. “And which one gets filled first?”
Declan muffled a laugh, but muttered something about Bowen being cold.
Leah gave Bowen a piercing glare and barked, “I can see why your such a loner. Most assholes are.”
Bowen only snorted with mirth. “Looks like I got another
He chuckled gruff and low. “I suspect Declan just got bawled out and cut off.”
Leah only grunted in agreement. This was the first contact they’d made in four days, and like a couple of sissies, she and Declan had roshambo’d to see who had to make the daunting call. Bowen couldn’t have cared less if they made contact at all. He suggested they wait until they had sound proof of Joss’ and Carter’s whereabouts and then call the camp for back up, but both Declan and Leah agreed that contact was necessary. Yes, they’d left a brief note, but Leah couldn’t sleep another night without Gracen knowing she was truly okay.
When they took off, they’d taken only cash, weapons, and purchased disposable phones along the way. Bowen proved an expert at disappearing, highjacking vehicles daily, and keeping them in remote accommodations that certainly didn’t cut the AAA mustered.
They’d now been in the Medford area for two days, spending the first two driving scenic routes along the Oregon coast and inland—Bo feared that they may have missed clues the first time he’d searched.
Since their arrival, Declan and Leah had sensed unusual activity, high clusters of auras in certain areas, which didn’t match the agency’s numbers of registered gifted for the region.
“Doesn’t look happy,” grumbled Bowen toward Leah, his eyes on Declan as he walked back toward the car.
Declan climbed into the backseat, grumbling as well. “Gettin’ kicked in the nads would have been more enjoyable than that.”
“Who’d you talk to?” Leah asked, wheeling around to face him.
He gave her a cantankerous grin. “I started off with a lovely arse-chewing by Mattis. Then, T ripped the phone from his grip and an arse-chewing turned into a very loud and thorough description of where T planned to implant his foot upon seeing my ‘leprechaun mug’ again.” Declan huffed. “Homeland it is. You and I are definitely buzzing off to Ireland after this.”
She cringed. “Did he ask to speak to me?”
“What do you think?” Declan scowled. “Of course he did.”
“What did you tell him?”
This brought an about face—Declan lit in a jovial smile. “I went for honesty and told him you were a scared chicken-shit”
“Thanks,” she sulked, turning back around with a defeated plop.
Declan then stated toward Bowen, “Oh, and I overheard Reagan hollering in the background … something about you needin’ to run and hide for dragging Leah on yer escapade.”
Bowen pulled out into traffic, chuckling with amusement. “Ray was always a firecracker, popping off with threats. Gotta lover her, eh?” He glanced toward Leah, who sat lost in thought. “Hey, Leah, you knew what you were getting into, so stop sulking.”
She wielded sharply. “I’m not sulking! But forgive me if I spend a moment hoping that I don’t return to a failed relationship.”
Bowen placed both his hands over the top of the steering wheel and turned them palms up. “Hope in one hand.” He raised his left. “Or shit in the other.” He then raised his right. “And which one gets filled first?”
Declan muffled a laugh, but muttered something about Bowen being cold.
Leah gave Bowen a piercing glare and barked, “I can see why your such a loner. Most assholes are.”
Bowen only snorted with mirth. “Looks like I got another
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