Miranda noted they were heading north on the expressway that would take them across the border into Canada. She hoped they weren’t going that far. Between wrestling with her attraction for Garen and being hyped up about whatever her final assignment might be, she wanted to spring into action and get the show on the road. Garen hummed a tuneless song; it got on her nerves. Lust rolled off him in waves. She did her best to ignore the frank sexual vibrations, but it wasn’t easy. The musk of his arousal filled the car and ignited her senses. Miranda had her hands full managing her wolf side, keeping her fight-or-flight energy in check, and surreptitiously rubbing her thighs together. She couldn’t wait for the car ride to end. If it lasted too long, she’d jump his bones and be done with it. “Where are we going?” she asked at last. “Somewhere quite special.” Half turning, he bared his teeth at her in what was supposed to be a smile. Guess he’s not going to tell me. She tried to think what else she could ask that might yield a clue or two, but came up dry.
