Dirty Looks (Dirt Track Dogs: The Second Lap Book 1) by P. Jameson Page A

threw himself on top of Barb’s fox, covering her body with his so Waldo wouldn’t shoot.
    The rest of them breathed a sigh of relief as Waldo jogged over, scowling the whole way.
    But Barb’s animal was in a tiff, clawing and scratching to get out from under Rider. He grit his teeth at her attack while his uncle regarded him like he’d lost his mind.
    “You can’t just go around shooting animals whenever you feel like it,” Rider ground out.
    “Sure as hell can if they on my property. Didn’t know you had such a tender heart in ya. You gonna just let it claw you up, son?”
    Sunglasses whipped off his shirt and strutted forward. “We’ll take her outta here for ya, Waldo. Release her in the woods behind Drake’s house.”
    “She’ll just find her way back. And she ain’t the first I’ve seen. There was one around back, with strange black markings.”
    Ragan.
    Sunglasses shot a look at Drake, and the alpha seemed to harden even more, glowering at Lexington.
    “Nah. I’m betting you’ve scared the piss out of her by now.” Sunglasses nodded for Rider to move and he dropped his shirt over Barb, wrapping it around her wriggling body so she couldn’t panic-claw anymore. “You’ll thank me for this later,” he muttered. “Boy, will you thank me.”
    Sunglasses lifted her into his arms and headed back toward the parking lot.
    “Yeah, yeah,” Waldo muttered. “Fine. You do what you want with it. But I see any more wild animals around this track and I’m shooting first asking questions later.”
    “That’s what you did this time,” Rider snapped, lumbering to a stand. Blood dripped down his arm, making a red map of his skin until it reached the destination of his fingertips.
    Waldo grumbled and tossed his nephew the middle finger salute before chuffing off in the direction he came.
    When he was out of earshot, Drake growled, “Find the others and meet at the club.” His eyes landed on Rider. “Humans too. We’re gonna sort this shit out before the whole damn town finds out what we are.”
    He turned on his heel and stalked off.
    Blister went to follow, giving Aaron’s shoulder a good-natured shove.
    “Hey,” Aaron said, pitching his voice low. “Any chance you could keep this off my sister’s radar?”
    Blister smiled, his scar keeping one side of his mouth straight. “Not a chance. My mate’s going to be thoroughly updated on your hijinks as soon as I see her.”
    Aaron sighed. “Yeah, fine. We’ll catch up soon.”
    Blister shook his head, looking exasperated. “Don’t make me come looking for you.” And then he trotted off to catch up with Drake and Sunglasses.
    “Will Barb be alright?” Sally asked, sounding more than a little shaken. She cleared her throat, but it couldn’t erase the freaked look in her eyes.
    “They’ll take care of her,” Aaron murmured, turning to meet Lexington’s gaze. “They won’t hurt her. I promise.”
    “They’re good guys—” Rider added, and then stopped short. “Well, I guess I don’t know what the hell they are.”
    Aaron glanced at his friend. “You’re fixin’ to get a crash course. And Rod too, I’m guessing.”
    Rider swallowed hard, straightening his shoulders so he looked a little more badass. The action had the desired effect. “We’re going to need a lot more beer for this.”
    Aaron nodded in full agreement. “Let’s go find the others.”
    Lexington followed him, because she was still shaking and at this moment in time, he made the better leader. And because she had the distinct feeling she’d follow him just about anywhere anyways.
    He was hers.

Chapter Ten
     
    Lexington was bouncing along in Aaron’s truck for the second time, but this ride out to DTD’s property felt all different. She was pretty sure her and the girls had thoroughly fucked themselves out of any chance of becoming part of the pack. It seemed like fate was determined to leave them looking like irresponsible trouble-makers. Every time a dog was