I was starting to notice that was how Austin was introducing me to everyone.
Reno removed his shades, tucked them in the collar of his shirt, and studied me with narrowed eyes. His brown hair was neatly styled with short sideburns and a little length on top, but not much. Chocolate-brown eyes, tough features, and he looked like a guy you just didn’t want to mess around with. Deep lines were carved in his cheeks and around the corners of his eyes—the kind that are etched into your face from smiling hard. But Reno didn’t look like the smiling type. He wore a gun holster strapped to his left arm as if he didn’t have a care in the world if a cop pulled him over. We had a concealed handgun law in our state, but I didn’t have a clue if that meant you actually had to conceal it. Truthfully, I never imagined I’d even be asking myself these questions. Reno might as well have put glitter on the handle and drawn a red arrow across his shirt to the holster.
“Are you going to find my mom and sister?”
His serious eyes flicked back to Austin. “You wanna search, or me?”
Austin looked between us. “I’ll shift. Call up Denver and give him her address. I want him to pick up the tape on her machine, trace her calls, and set up a hidden camera outside her door. Keep an eye on Lexi, and don’t let her out of your sight. She’s one of us,” Austin said in a deep, smooth voice.
Reno’s eyes cut to mine and he sized me up. “No shit. I thought Denver was pulling my leg,” he remarked, pinching his stubbly chin.
Austin handed Reno his wallet and keys. “Scan the house; do your thing. If I’m not back in an hour, take her to our place.”
“Wait—” I started to say, but Austin interrupted in his take-charge voice.
“You do as I say.”
How could I argue? I hardly had a plan of my own, and these guys didn’t want to call the cops. Not that the cops would do anything except speculate my mom took off with Maizy.
Austin kept talking to Reno. “Tell Denver to sit tight and I’ll be joining him. It’s been a while since this happened; the milk on the table is warm and so is the house. The thermostat is set to seventy-two,” he added. “If I pick up a trail then I’ll stay on it, but I got a feeling they’re long gone. Maybe the kid wandered off to a friend’s house or something. I’ll mark the yard in case one of ours was involved; then they’ll know who the fuck they’re dealing with.”
I watched him storm out the back door and out of sight.
“Mark?” I asked.
Reno straightened a picture on the wall and glanced around. “Leave our scent. He’s marking territory. We might get some help this way.”
“Someone is going to smell Austin’s pee and help?” I threw my hands up. “This is ridiculous!”
“You don’t know pack rules, do you?”
And I didn’t care. I just wanted my family found safe. I called April and explained I’d had a personal emergency. Then I called Naya, because I’m sure she was going to immediately notice a hot guy outside my apartment rigging up a camera. She was at work on her cell, so I just told her I planned to stay away for a day or so and not to worry.
Naturally, she worried. Naya knew I wasn’t a “stay away from home” kind of girl.
Chapter 13
Reno was a hard man to warm up to, but I had to give it to him, he was effective at distracting me. He gave me a brief lesson about Shifter rules and how things worked, and I wasn’t sure if he was doing it for my benefit (being that I was completely ignorant of their culture), or his own so he wouldn’t have to deal with watching me cry.
Men avoid women when the waterworks turn on the way a mouse avoids a rattlesnake. I could tell he wasn’t much of a social talker since he kept the conversation strictly about pack this and pack that.
He made a few calls and reassured me they had everything under control. Denver would drive my car to their house for safekeeping, and they’d have surveillance on my apartment at all times, including when I finally went home.
Which was a strange feeling. I didn’t even know these men and they were stepping in and taking over like I meant something to them.
But then again, maybe I did. We didn’t know about Austin’s family, but they knew everything about ours. They supported Austin’s need to form his own “practice pack,” as Reno put it.
We arrived at Austin’s house in the afternoon, and despite the fact there were people inside I’d never met, I went straight to the bedroom and shut the door.
First I paced. Then I got mad and threw things around—including a silver clock, which I smashed to pieces against the wall. It quieted in the other room during my meltdown, but no one came in to disturb me. Once I released the anger, I gave in to the sorrow and cried.
Cried myself right to sleep.