The house was dark except for a night-light in the kitchen. Althea hadn’t set the alarm so they could open windows to the softer air of the night, and now the door opened and closed without a sound.
Slinging Carly’s bag over his shoulder and taking her hand, Tiger led her down the walk to the street, keeping to the shadows of trees and shrubs. The night was pleasantly cool, the humid highs of the afternoon gone.
If Tiger hadn’t been planning to hide for the rest of his life, the walk would be pleasant. Carly’s warmth stretched to him from her hand, and the new life inside her called out to him.
Carly didn’t speak. She didn’t look back either, or cry. She was resilient, his mate.
At the bottom of the street and around the corner lay a twenty-four-hour convenience store. Tiger scanned the lot with its few cars, and the man who was crushing out a cigarette and walking inside. Tiger didn’t see Walker, but Walker, like Shifters, knew how to keep out of sight.
Tiger kept Carly in the shadows as he looked around, but he didn’t scent Walker. He smelled the musty smell of humans inside the store, the tang of exhaust as cars went by, the dregs of the man’s cigarette, and the sudden, sharp smell of fear.
Beside him, Carly gasped. “Oh my God, that guy’s robbing the store.”
Tiger looked to where she did, and saw the store clerk taking things out of the register with quick, jerky movements. The man who’d put out the cigarette was now holding up a long weapon.
Carly hissed in frustration. “And damn it, you crushed my cell phone.”
Tiger silently lowered the shoulder bag to the ground. “Stay here.”
“Tiger,” Carly whispered frantically as Tiger pulled on the baseball cap over his hair and started across the small parking lot. She didn’t follow though. She was that sensible.
Tiger kept to the sticky shadows of the building, walking through noisome trash until he slid inside the front door. The clerk saw him but made no indication.
Tiger moved noiselessly up behind the lanky man holding a shotgun. Why did humans like guns? Did they fear so much to fight close to?
He stood right behind the robber, who never heard or sensed him until he felt Tiger’s body warmth. Then the robber jerked, and the gun went off, but not before Tiger had grabbed the weapon and yanked the barrel to point upward. The clerk dove behind the counter, and the slug lodged in the ceiling.
Tiger jerked the weapon out of the robber’s hand and snapped it in two. At the same time he kicked the robber’s feet out from under him, sending the startled man to the stained floor.
The robber started up, a knife in his hand, so Tiger broke his hand. Screaming in pain, the man collapsed to the floor again.
Tiger broke the shotgun into a few more pieces and poured the bullets onto the man’s chest.
“You can call the police now,” Tiger said to the clerk.
The clerk climbed up from behind the counter and leaned on it. “Thanks, man,” he said, gasping. “I thought I wasn’t ever going to see my kids again.”
“Go home and hug them,” Tiger said. “You should work somewhere safer.”
The clerk shrugged, giving him a scared smile. “No choice.”
“There’s a bar just outside Shiftertown. Go there and tell Liam to hire you. Tell him Rory sent you.”
“Liam. Right.” The clerk was wide-eyed and terrified.
Tiger looked at the robber, who was holding his hand and spewing curses and threats. Tiger leaned down, carefully raised the man’s head by his hair, then thumped it against the floor with just enough force to knock him out. Then he walked out of the store.
Carly waited for him where he’d left her, her eyes wide with worry. “Tiger, don’t do that. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Tiger looked her over. “I think you are too young for them.”
“I don’t mean . . . Never mind. I hear sirens. We need to leave.”
“The clerk called the police. I think he will be all right, and maybe find a safer job.”
Carly studied him, one hand on her hip, which gave her the sexy, saucy look. “You know, if you go around saving everyone in the world, you’ll never stay off the radar. I mean,” she added hastily as he started to ask what she meant, “you’ll be found.”
Tiger frowned at her. “But those people would be safe.”
Carly drew a breath to answer, then she shook her head. “Tiger.” She touched his face, her eyes filled with something he didn’t understand. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Raise our cub.”
She gave him a worried look. “You can’t possibly know I’m pregnant. Janine, yes, if she’s already two months gone, but it doesn’t work that way.”
Humans, who’d invented everything from traveling to the moon to cures for deadly diseases, could sometimes be so blind.
Tiger pressed his hand to her abdomen. “I know. You hold our cub.”
Carly’s eyes filled with sudden tears. She pulled Tiger down to her and kissed him, the kiss slow, warm, and loving.
Tiger drank in the sensation of her lips and tongue, the taste of her, her warmth. He eased away, smoothing her hair.
“Walker is here,” he said.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Walker picked them up in a dark blue SUV that looked as though its best years were behind it. His gaze fixed on Carly as Tiger climbed into the backseat and pulled Carly in beside him.
“You didn’t say anything about bringing her,” Walker said.
“She didn’t give him a choice,” Carly said, slamming the door and fishing for a seat belt. “Is this your SUV? If anyone finds out you’re helping Tiger, they’ll be looking for it.”
“I bought it today,” Walker said. “Used, for cash. You can thank me later.”
“I’ll thank you now.” Carly leaned against Tiger. “Where are we going?”
“Away.” Walker put the SUV in gear and pulled from the dark curb where he’d halted. “There’s water in the cooler, and enough food for a couple of days. Sandwiches and chips and stuff. I figured he wouldn’t remember to pack food.”
“Tiger didn’t pack anything,” Carly said. She closed her eyes, happy for the downtime.
“I don’t need anything,” Tiger said.
His chest rumbled pleasantly, and Carly snuggled into the vibrations. He was an incredible man—an incredible Shifter. Strong and sometimes terrifying, but he’d gone inside the store to help the clerk without a second thought. Before that, he’d pulled Carly from a wrecked car, then kept bullets from hitting her. She’d come out of the incident without a scratch.
And his reward for being so amazing? People shooting at him and wanting to Collar him, cage him, test him, torture him.
Well, not on Carly’s watch. She’d find a place to keep him safe where no one could hurt him.
The cynical voice inside Carly, the one she kept silent most of the time, told her that things would not be that easy. Tiger was right about the trouble she called down upon herself for going away with him or even helping him get away. She might never see her family again.
Carly suppressed that dart of pain. She’d help Tiger, and deal with the rest of her life later.
Walker was talking to Tiger. “My commander ordered the hit on you, I figured out. To see what you’d do, and to see how well you’d heal. I told you that I got curious when I read up on the Area 51 experiments and then found a new Shifter wandering around. I reported to my lieutenant colonel, because it’s his command, and unfortunately, he got interested.”