Lance
Twenty hours later, we land in Taos. We stopped in Dallas to go through customs, where the gold was ‘seized’—all prearranged by the CIA, and publicly blamed on a drug cartel.
I stayed in wolf form through all of that, scaring the s**t out of a couple customs and CIA agents surprised to find our team used a very large drug and cash-sniffing war dog for operations. At least the guys had hosed the blood off me before I got on the plane.
Now that we’re back, I shift into human form, in much better shape than I was a day ago.
Especially when I remember I have a date.
I pull on a pair of pants and t-shirt and reach for my phone to text Charlie. I’m back in the country. Dinner tonight?
Rafe narrows his eyes. “Who are you texting?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know.” I’m a little short on
