"Make a left turn at the next intersection. We'll see if they follow us then."
"Yes, sir." Laszlo was beginning to sound ill. "You know, I'm not trained for this sort of thing. Maybe we should call for Connor or Ian."
"You're doing fine. That reminds me." Wolfman lifted his hips.
Shanna gasped and grabbed his knees to keep steady. The muscles in his thighs bunched and rippled beneath her cheek. Oh, Lordy, what a thrill ride.
"Here." He lowered his hips back onto the seat. "I had your damned phone in my back pocket."
"Oh." She shifted onto her back so she could see. The car lurched forward, and she rolled into his groin, nose against his zipper.
"Sorry," she murmured, and scooted away.
"No.. problem." He dropped the phone on the car seat. "I don't think you should use it. If they know your number, they can trace any call you make and find your location."
He moved his hand to her shoulder, probably hoping to keep her from rolling around.
The car swerved left. Luckily, she slid only a fraction down his thighs this time. "Are they still following us?" she asked.
"1 don't see them." Laszlo sounded excited.
"Let's not celebrate just yet." Wolfman looked from side to side. "Drive around a bit more to make sure."
"Yes, sir. Shall we go to your home or the lab?"
"What lab?" Shanna attempted to sit up.
Wolfman tightened his grip on her shoulder and forced her back down. "Stay put. This isn't over yet."
Great. She was beginning to suspect he enjoyed manhandling her. "Okay. What lab?"
He glanced down at her. "Romatech Industries."
"Oh, I've heard of them."
He raised a brow. "You have?"
"Of course. They've saved millions of lives with their artificial b-blood. Is that where you work?"
"Yes, we both work there."
Shanna breathed a sigh of relief. "That's wonderful. Then, you're into saving lives, not.. destroying them."
"That is our wish, yes."
"You never introduced yourself. I can't keep calling you Wolfman."
His brows shot up. "I told you. I am not a werewolf."
"You have a wolf's tooth in your pocket."
"It's part of an experiment. Like the doll in the trunk."
"Oh." Shanna turned her head toward the front seat. "Is that what you're working on, Laszlo?"
"Yes, miss. The doll is one of my current experiments. Nothing to be alarmed about."
"Well, that's a relief." Shanna smiled. "I'd hate to think I was driving around with a couple of perverts." She turned back to Wolfman, but her nose grazed his zipper. Oops. His pants hadn't stuck out that far before.