That Rex Gotta Roar - Julia Mills Page 0,34

over, and somebody better be watching for Moses and getting the manna ready for dinner.

However, and I say this with a straight face and sweat rolling down my back, that shit was in no way Heavenly. The Apocalypse had descended upon Tallulu Parish, and it was my job to send it screaming back to Hell.

(Have I mentioned that I have the shittiest luck in all the world? I have? Well, it bears repeating – several times.)

One hand on the door and the other on the latch of my seatbelt, I blew out the breath I'd been holding and announced, "Y'all stay here. I'mma go find what this is all about and who the blazes decided today was a good day to fuck with us."

"The hell you say," Tank snapped, grabbing my hand that was still holding the seatbelt and pulling me towards him. "Ain't no way, no how, I'm letting you, my Mate, my love, go out there alone. There's got to be another way."

"Ummm…" Zelda chimed in, now sitting on Cora's lap in the seat right behind my hunka-hunka-prehistoric honey. (I still wish I'd seen her climbing over that seat and plopping into that old Crane's lap. That alone would've made what we were about to face worth the price of admission. Which, by the way, I mean the price of admission, was the very yellow, very gorgeous feathers of my ass and chinny-chin-chin.) "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but according to Mable, we all gotta go out there."

"Yep," I agreed, my head nodding with confidence I definitely did not feel as I stared into the dreamy eyes of my very own T-Rex. "That's what Miss Mabel and Miss M both said." Glancing over Tank's shoulder at the Almighty Shifter Wanker, I winked before adding, "So, let me get out here and see what's what then I can report back, and we can make a plan."

"Fuck that," Tank roared. "If you go, I go, Miss Missy." Turning around and all but glaring at everyone else in the car, he ordered, in pretty much the way I figured he'd commanded a whole lot of servicemen and women over the years, "Y'all stay right here. Lock these doors. Clementine will be back for y'all when we know what's up."

“Nope,” I butted right in. “We will be back,” I forcefully corrected. “Where you go, I go. Got that, Big Man?”

Hearing the rather convincing argument already forming in his mind, I lowered my chin, gave him 'the Look.' (You know the one. We, the women of the world, all have it written on our DNA for times just like this, or in case we become mommas, teachers, policewomen, or the like.) Taking my hand off the door, I used my index finger to tap my temple. "Never forget, my love, I know what you're thinking, sometimes before you do. Save the trouble. Your thoughts on our ultimate demise are valid. However, I'm not gonna listen to anything you have to say that in any way suggests I'm not by your side any more than you would listen if I told you to stay."

Looking over my shoulder, I smiled at my Flock, “We’ll be right back. Y’all hang tight. Love you guys.”

Pulling my hand from Tank’s and opening the door, I was out of the SUV and walking away before I could convince myself that I had gone stark raving mad. Catching up, my Mate tangled his fingers with mine and spoke directly into my mind, “You do know this is the craziest thing you’ve ever done. Right?”

“Yep,” I chuckled. “And it’s not even in the top ten of crazy things you’ve ever done, right?”

"Damn, my woman's smart as a whip and sexy when she's sassing me like a pro," he laughed out loud before switching to a really serious tone and adding, "So, you listen when I tell you to run and do not get more than three feet away from me. Don't make me throw you over my shoulder, run back to that SUV, and lock you in the gun compartment in the back."

Too busy looking at the crazy idiot standing atop the roof of the highest turret of the Thomas Manor to answer, I heard Tank ask again, "You hear me, Clem? Clementine? I will act like the prehistoric man I happen to be if I have to in order to keep you safe. Are you listening?"

I was. Really, I was. But I was spellbound, or shocked,