Chapter EIGHT

“So,” Joelle narrowed her eyes at Alex from her position in the driver’s seat of the canary yellow Jeep Wrangler he’d picked up earlier that morning, “You and my sister.”

“Uh, Joelle, keep your eyes on the road, please,” he winced as she hugged the curb while turning onto the then, thankfully, quiet Main Street.

“I got my permit two months ago,” she informed him and slammed on the brakes at the next stop sign.

“Easy,” he said firmly.

“I want to know what your intentions are,” she watched the road for the old woman in the station wagon to pass before accelerating, and yeah, Alex actually whimpered.

The kid had a lead foot, for fuck’s sake. Maybe he ought to hold on to the Jeep until he talked it over with her sister. Or got her some professional lessons.

“Are you sure the entrance to Pack lands is this way?” he asked when she turned off onto what looked like a seldom used road.

“Yep. This is where Maggie parks and waits for me when I go on runs,” she informed him.