Feish leaned forward. “Leprechauns can be good for luck. Maybe you just needed more of that. Your luck is terrible. The worst.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“Maybe,” I said as Corb drove us out of the cemetery. In the side mirror, I watched Eammon’s figure diminish in size, one hand raised in the air.
“Okay,” Corb said, “let’s get to Roderick’s cabin. That’s the best place for us to hunker down and ride this out until we can figure out who is after you. Sarge can patrol the woods around it. Kinkly can help him. And I’ll stay in with Bree.”
“What about me?” Feish leaned forward. “I can stay with Bree, and you can patrol too. Probably better that way so you stop trying to get laid by my friend.”
I made a choking sound, Kinkly laughed, and Sarge let out rather large wolfy yawn.
Corb frowned. “Yeah, no, that isn’t going to—”
Feish burbled at him. “You don’t get it. I’m not just here to help. I’m here to keep you away from her. I know what you can do, Mr. Siren of the Ocean Can’t Keep it in Your Pants. I know why, too, so that’s a big nope, nope from me.”
The veins in Corb’s neck popped up under his skin. I found myself just watching this back and forth between the two of them. They both had a connection to the water, which only seemed to fuel their rivalry. Which one was stronger though? The river maid or the siren?
Kinkly perched on top of my left boob so she could watch. “This is fascinating.”
I wouldn’t go that far, but I did rather enjoy seeing Feish give other people shit, and not just tell me how it was as bluntly as possible.
“You weren’t supposed to be here,” Corb said. “You can patrol with the others.”
Feish blew a rather loud, long raspberry. “No. I am Breena’s friend, and friends don’t let friends get laid by men that just want one thing. A cat.”
I had to blink a few times to put together what she meant. “You mean pussy?”
She bobbed her head, big eyes blinking at me with complete and total innocence. “Yes, I said cat. That is what I said.”
Cat. Pussy. Holy Dinah, I was going to hell in a handbasket for suggesting she read romance books to get a feel for how to flirt. I could just see her going up to her intended date.
You want to see my cat?
I have a cat. It’s very nice, but it does not meow.
I hear men like cats. It seems strange, but I have the best of all the cats.
And in my mind I could see her holding up an oversized tabby cat with green eyes that would be about as confused as the man Feish was flirting with.
Sarge started to shake, huffing through his teeth in doggy laughter as if he could see inside my head. More likely he’d come to the same conclusion: Feish really didn’t know what she was talking about and had taken a romance book totally out of context. I took note that he had not shifted back to his more human shape.
“Coward,” I grumbled at him. Corb shot me a look, and I shrugged. “She’s looking out for my cat. How can you deny her the rights of a good friend?”
Kinkly giggled. “Feish, will you look out for my cat too?”
She smiled. “Of course, girls must look out for their bitches’ cats.”
And that was it. I broke into a laugh I couldn’t hold back, Kinkly joining me. Feish joined us, even though I doubted she knew why it was so funny.
Corb just drove with his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, scowling at the windshield while we hee-hawed like a herd of donkeys.
“Let’s just get to the cabin. We can figure things out once we are there,” he finally said as we came up to the highway exit.
My laughter froze in my chest. I leaned over and put a hand on his leg, feeling the tension in his thigh. “Here’s the thing. We aren’t going to the cabin,” I said. “Get on the highway and head southwest for Montgomery.”
Corb’s frown deepened, which I hadn’t thought possible. “No, that’s not the plan. Wait, why do you want to go to Alabama? That makes no sense. There’s nothing there, no place to hide.”
I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. “We aren’t going to Alabama, we’re just stopping there for gas. And I’m not