“They’ve stopped a few feet from the entrance,” he whispered in her ear as thunder crashed overhead and the rain seemed to fall faster, harder. “Cougar’s watching them from his point outside. He has a vehicle and he’s ready to roll as soon as they’re out of line of sight.”
She nodded against his chest, her fingers curling into the shirt she was pressed against as she breathed in his scent and concentrated on keeping her emotions locked away.
“Cassie said you were good at holding back your scent.” His hand stroked down her hair. A large, warm hand that spread a sensation of warmth along her neck. “I can barely smell you at all, sweetheart.
You’ve been around nosy Breeds too long, huh?” There was an edge of amusement in his whispered observation.
“You learn,” she breathed out with an edge. “Especially around Cassie.”
Cassie could make her crazy. Self-defense had created whatever gift Mica had adopted to keep her emotions so carefully contained that even animal senses couldn’t pick them up.
“Cassie could make a saint curse,” he agreed, then his hand stroked to her hip and tightened there.
“Get ready. The SUV has pulled out. Cougar will be easing in within seconds.”
“I am so ready to get out of the rain.” She held back the hard shivers that threatened to shake through her as she turned her head and watched the entrance.
There were no lights. She wouldn’t have known a vehicle had pulled up if she hadn’t been watching carefully and seen the dim lights in the alley glittering on the black sheen of paint.
“Move.” He was right there, his arm going around her waist and pulling her against him as he began to race for the vehicle.
The passenger door was thrown open as they neared, a dim flare of light revealing the hard, scarred face of the Breed in the driver’s seat.
She had to bite her lip to cut off an agonized cry as Navarro lifted her and all but threw her into the backseat before following behind her. The vehicle was moving before the door slammed behind them, Navarro coming over her as the SUV began moving through the alley.
“Stay down,” he warned her when she would have tried to push against him and straighten. “They obviously suspected we were in the lane; they could be watching the alley in case you tried to run at some point.”
She couldn’t breathe.
The pain in her ribs was like fire, biting at her senses with jagged teeth as she fought to hold back the weakness.
It was habit. She’d been practically raised among the Breeds after Cassie and her family had come into their lives. She’d learned early never to show a weakness, to never let them suspect she wasn’t as tough as she pretended to be. And she could pretend to be damned tough.
But with Navarro lying over her, the heat of him seeping through her cold flesh, she couldn’t contain the pain building in her ribs.
“Please,” she finally gasped, unable to lie against her side much longer, or to bear the pressure on her tender ribs.
He stiffened, easing back just a moment as a growl sounded from the front seat.
“They’re behind us, man. Sensors are showing heat-seeking radar. If you so much as shift the wrong way, they’re going to get a lock on body heat. Stay put.”
She tried to breathe.
Each indrawn breath was agony, tearing at her chest, sending waves of pain surging through her system.
She didn’t know if she could bear it. Her ribs weren’t broken, she doubted they were cracked, but the bruising would be extensive. She could feel it, spreading across her side, around her back, into her chest.
“Get a safe distance from them,” Navarro snarled. “She’s in pain. She won’t be able to hold this position for long.”
“Look, the bastards are damned suspicious,” the other Breed argued. “They’ve been on my ass since we pulled out. We need to troll nice and easy to the hotel. We’ll take the underground parking garage.
Without a pass, they can’t follow us.”
“Navarro, just a little bit.” She couldn’t hold back the plea any longer. “Please, it hurts.”
“Move so much as an inch and they’re going to have us before we’re close enough to the hotel to be safe,” the driver bit out furiously. “Just a few more blocks, Navarro. You don’t have a f**king inch to spare. You’re already all but crawling into the front seat here.”
Navarro could feel the impulses raging inside him, tearing at his senses as he fought to hold his place.