Jenny was already buckled into the passenger seat. He should’ve shared her with Sienna. He should’ve proved that he didn’t give a damn if the vampire played with his prey. The woman with blood ties to the magic. Annoyed and confused, he started the engine. The Jaguar roared to life. It was the vehicle he’d offered to let Jenny drive. He remembered mentioning it to her when she’d first given him a tour of the rescue. That was when he’d been in control, or when he’d thought he’d been in control. If he knew then what he knew now, he wouldn’t have embarked on this affair. Yeah, well, so much for hindsight. He peeled away from the curb and into traffic. “Where are we going?” she asked. “I’m taking you home.” “Are you going to stay the night with me?” Was she serious? “No.” “This isn’t my fault.” “Yes, it is. You and your notions about saving me.” But what did he expect? She rescued wildcats for a living. So why wouldn’t she become hell-bent on rescuing a shapeshifter, too?
