The storm that had been threatening earlier had finally hit just as they’d made their way to Dylan’s Jeep, the rumble of thunder and jagged bolts of lightning preceding the sudden downpour. Avery had tossed a bag of equipment into the backseat then waved them off, promising to call his brother as soon as he and Temperance had completed their investigation. Dylan had grumbled a reply, making sure Annie had fastened her seatbelt before tearing down the street, kicking up a spray of water as he skidded around a corner and headed down the hill. He hadn’t said more than a token word or two since, and the increasing silence was starting to grate on her nerves. She cursed under her breath and glanced out at the passing scenery, watching it blur past, the various colors washing into a dull gray. The earthy smell of rain clung to the leather jacket still wrapped around her shoulders, mixed with a spicy essence she guessed was Dylan. She groaned inwardly. Even his scent turned her on, which was the real problem.
