Hell, maybe he’d been fixing the same car for too long. As he walked beside Emma toward the cozy 1950s-style diner where he ate lunch on most days, he wondered if perhaps this was some kind of bad dream, that he’d wake up and realize she’d never come to him in the first place. He knew the perfect place to confront Liam and his men, but he needed a lot more firepower. And most car repair shops didn’t carry what he needed. Fortunately, the older man he searched for haunted this same diner, always cooking a tasty burger Kyle could smell halfway across the room. After leading Emma inside the diner, he frowned. The man wasn’t around, yet his scent still lingered in the air. When they sat down at one of the many empty booths, Em had this strange look in her eyes. Like she’d been spooked. An underlying scent was there, too. Pure fear that was sharp and pungent to his nose. For a woman who’d be perceived as an alpha female among his old pack, her skittish behavior raised his eyebrow.
