Thom is suspicious, flirty, and—worst of all—human. He believes the whole town of Los Lobos is one large cult. And if that isn’t bad enough, somebody seems determined to kill him. The man might as well have a huge, Do Not Touch sign painted on his back.
None of that stops Hank from wanting the farmer the moment they meet. Just because he wants something, however, doesn’t mean he’s going to get it. He learned that lesson early on in life. Thanks to his sexual orientation, he’ll never find the one thing every Wolf craves: a pack. Best for him to do his job and get back on the road.
But time spent with a human can do funny things to a Wolf. Especially a human as addictive as Thom.
“Are you okay?” Hank ran his palms over Thom’s body patting his arms and legs at random intervals. “Were you hit?”
He jumped as Hank patted his thigh. Dear God. The man was about to find out more about Thom’s condition then he probably ever wanted to. “Nope. Not hit.” He rolled over as a second shot rang through the eerie silence. This time he noticed the shot had come from the yard. “I think the target is outside.” The statement was followed by four more shots. When the trucker went to run for the door, he grabbed the man’s arm. “What the hell are you doing?”
Hank brushed him off. “I’m going to go see who’s shooting and at what.”
The statement had been so matter of fact, he didn’t process it until the other man took another step toward the barn door. “Wait. You can’t go out there. Whoever is shooting will start shooting at you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
He grabbed Hank again. “Really? Are you bulletproof? I didn’t think so.”
“What do you suggest? We can’t stay in the barn all day. We’ll be pinned if they storm it.”
After a few more seconds passed by with no more gunfire, the barn returned to the tense quiet as the animals settled down. “I don’t think so. I think they’ve gotten whatever they came for.” Before Hank could go commando on him again, Thom pulled out his cell phone.
“Who are you calling?”
Hank shook his head and stormed out the door.