An hour later, Jake leaned against the sink of the run-down hunting cabin, arms crossed, as he listened to Delilah recap their arrival here for Xavier and the others. He shifted, trying to loosen the pants where they hugged too tight around his balls but it didn’t help. The only pants he’d found in the single bedroom had been two sizes two small. He’d barely managed to get them up and over his thighs. The button and fly were hanging wide open, but he was covered—mostly.
He’d tried retrieving his own clothes but they’d shredded when he’d shifted. He hadn’t meant to lose it like that but one look at that asshole leering at Delilah that way and he’d seen red. He hadn’t shifted that hard and fast in a long time. And his polar bear damn sure didn’t regret it. Listening now as she recapped pulling a knife on the guy gave him the warm fuzzies, though. He liked imagining her holding her own. But mostly, he wanted to do the saving. She’d wait in the truck next time if he had anything to say about it.
Nash and Lucas had pulled up a chair and sat across the table from Delilah but Harley stood near the front door, thumbs hooked casually in his back pockets. He stared out the front window chewing on a toothpick but Jake knew from the set of his shoulders, Harley caught every word Delilah said.
Fuck, when had their life gotten so full of violence and drama? Two weeks ago, they’d spent the day in the hot tub down at the springs, drinking beer and planning out what they’d do with their bonus checks this year.
Now, here he was chasing down a mystery villain who’d basically put out a hit on the entire Blue Bear Search and Rescue crew and trying damn hard to not fall for the private investigator they’d hired to help.
He caught Delilah telling Xavier about “a blur of white, big as an igloo chasing off the last creep,” just as she turned back and shot him a sexy smile that made his balls ache.
So much for not falling. He was already gone for her.
“Why the hell would you let him leave?” Harley demanded.
“Harley’s right,” Xavier said although several degrees more calmly. He stood behind Lucas and Nash, rubbing his stubble. “We needed him for information.”
Jake kicked himself. He’d been too pissed to think of that.
“You mean like the name of the guy who made the fliers?” Delilah asked, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. “I already got it.”
“You what? When?” Jake straightened and shot a look at his alpha.
Xavier arched a brow at him and then went back to Delilah. Nash, who’d been extra quiet until now, whooped and grinned at Delilah. He lifted a hand in the air and high-fived her. “Nice one, PI,” he said and Delilah grinned.
Lucas nodded. “Good work.”
Fuck. His entire crew was impressed with her skills. He’d never talk her into quitting now.