Charlie
There’s a guy fifty yards away, scanning the parking lot. I kiss Sarah for cover, right when Annabel arrives.
For the record, they may be sisters, but Sarah neither tastes nor smells like Annabel. My body doesn’t have the animalistic reaction I have to Annabel. Which means the lust I feel for her isn’t just the emergent wolf in me. There’s something more to this attraction.
While I work the kiss, I hold an electric lock opening device up to the door lock of the Lexus SUV we’re leaned up against. We can’t drive the truck out of here if we hope to escape unfollowed.
I break the kiss when the door beeps and pull the door open. “Get in,” I order in the same low, calm voice I use for every command under pressure.
I take the driver’s seat because, this time, we really need to lose a
