Chapter 23

He jerked when the driver’s side door opened and Grant got in. Shit, that had been close.

As he watched the transfer of the handcuff from the steering wheel to his other wrist, Rafe tried to marshal his chaotic thoughts and make a plan of attack. Would the attraction between them convince the alpha to hide Rafe’s role in the kidnapping? One sidelong glance at the hard-set jaw was enough to dismiss that idea. Grant was all by the book—no exceptions, especially not for personal gain.

No, Rafe had to get the man to take him to police headquarters that night. Janet would need time to get in and fix the records. So, Plan A was to present an obdurate, you’ll-get-nothing-from-me attitude. That should piss off the alpha enough to throw Rafe into a jail cell to stew.

It had better work—Rafe didn’t have a Plan B. 12

Rafe gathered his defenses as he watched Grant start the engine and swing the car around, heading to the exit.