Indigo slipped, fell back on the slick log, but managed to break her fall with her hands.
Andrew"s wolf urged her to get up. She did.
And Riaz slid back down.
That was when Indigo turned to glance at her compet.i.tor. She was laughing, her wolf obviously exhilarated. Andrew"s blood turned to ice. That look in her eyes, that joy . . . He swallowed, forced himself to watch as Riaz got back up the rise and joined Indigo in swinging over a water hazard before they clasped their hands over the bars of the "jungle gym" that had undone many a SnowDancer.
Created with interlocking pieces that were shifted around before each run, it was by nature unpredictable-and had more than its share of b.o.o.by traps. Indigo set off one, swore as she was thrown to the ground and had to go back to the start of the confusion of metal. This time, she managed to swing herself on top of the whole thing and began to pick her way through with nimble sure-footedness. Riaz, who"d gotten ahead, turned the air blue as part of the metal structure gave away, almost dumping him on the earth.
He caught himself by flipping up his body, but the delay had given Indigo time to close the gap, and they were moving beside each other once more as they dropped from the gym and shot through into the underground tubes that required both speed and strength. Riaz exited first, but Indigo was hot on his heels, and she was the faster runner. She flew past him on the last stretch of the curving run that brought them back to the start.
Laughing, she collapsed into a sitting position just over the finish line. "Too many baguettes, I think." She waved a finger at Riaz.
Riaz, his chest heaving, hands on his knees, grinned. "You"ve gotten faster since the last time I did this with you."
The shared history between the two of them didn"t need to be stated; it was all the more painful for being so casually understood. Andrew watched as Riaz held out a hand, as Indigo took it and let her fellow lieutenant pull her to her feet. No hesitation, no worries about dominance-because they knew they were equals, were comfortable with that.
In a way Indigo might never be comfortable where Andrew was concerned.
As everyone clapped and congratulated both Riaz and Indigo-they"d run the course in an incredibly fast time-Andrew hung back, his eyes on Indigo"s glowing face. No matter the mud on her cheek, the dirt that tangled her hair and streaked her clothing, she looked amazing. Stunning. And it wasn"t Andrew who"d put that look on her face.
She turned right then, and her eyes locked with his.
A furious mix of anger and pain threatened to blind him, but he forced himself to walk forward, to keep his tone even as he said, "That was some run," directing his comment to both of them.
Riaz grinned, and his next words were good-natured. "She ran me to the f.u.c.king ground."
"You should do it with Judd next time," Indigo said, a tiny frown between her brows as she looked away from Andrew. "He can do weird things with his speed-and he never slips on the climb."
"Never?"
Indigo shook her head.
"Might have to take him on, then." Glancing at his watch, the male lieutenant met Indigo"s eyes. "I"m starving. You want to grab dinner together after we shower?"
Time froze. Indigo glanced at Andrew for a fleeting second, and he saw her decision in her eyes before she turned to Riaz. "Yeah, that sounds good."
CHAPTER 20.
Indigo looked up after she accepted Riaz"s offer, expecting to meet Drew"s angry gaze, but he was gone, having melted into the crowd of packmates who"d come out to see her and Riaz run the course. Her stomach turned heavy, as if it was full of rocks-though she told herself she"d made the right decision.
Whatever it was that had blazed between her and Drew, it wouldn"t have lasted-and more, it would"ve hurt them both in the process. Better to nip it in the bud, to focus on a relationship that had the possibility of going somewhere. Except that she found herself looking for Drew again, her wolf pacing this way and that.
There was no sign of him.
At that instant, she knew he wouldn"t ever slip another note under her door. Because Andrew Liam Kincaid might be charming, he might laugh with ease and tease with smiling joy, but he was also a dominant male. He had pride in spades.
That pride would not allow him to approach her again when she"d openly-publicly-made another choice.
There would be no more presents of fossils or bribes of sweet desserts, no more ambushing kisses, no more challenges, no more Drew. The rocks in her gut turning to blocks of ice, she took a step toward the den, intent on following his fading scent.
"That was great!" A packmate slapped her on the back. "I knew you were fast, but that was something else."
There was no way to make a graceful exit, not with everyone around her-and she didn"t know what she"d say to Drew if she caught up with him. Because her decision was the right one. It was.
Having just watched Riaz and Indigo drive off for their dinner, Andrew slung a light backpack over his shoulder and walked to Hawke"s office. His alpha was marking something on the territorial map hung on one of the stone walls. "Drew," he said, shooting a penetrating look over his shoulder, "what is it?"
"I need tonight and tomorrow off." The words were forced out past the violent emotions still choking his throat.
Hawke frowned. "We"re already going to be down a few people with Eli and Yuki taking Sakura to Disneyland tomorrow. Sing-Liu and D"Arn headed out an hour ago to visit her parents for a couple of days."
"One night, one day," Andrew repeated. It was all he trusted himself to say.
Hawke"s pale blue eyes drilled into him, tiny lines flaring out at the corners. "Go," his alpha finally said. "And if you need Pack, don"t be a dips.h.i.t and try to hack it alone. Call me."
Pack was One. Pack was family.
Andrew knew that, but right now, he wanted to be alone. It f.u.c.king hurt that Indigo had chosen someone else over him. But he"d have shrugged that off and continued to court her, to challenge Riaz for the right to her, if he hadn"t seen that glowing expression on her face during the run, heard her laughter after it.
Riaz made her happy.
Really, truly happy, with none of the worry or anger that colored her relationship with Andrew.
And though the knowledge had his wolf clawing violently at the inside of his skin, Andrew would slit his own throat before he did anything to savage her happiness-as would inevitably happen if he saw her touch the other male. So he had to get out of here, find some way to gain control over the violence of his emotions, burn off the rage until he was in no danger of using his abilities as the pack"s tracker to spill SnowDancer blood.
Most people tended to forget that the tracker was also trained to kill the rogues he tracked. Andrew never did. It was why he hadn"t shifted, didn"t intend to shift until he had a handle on himself-he didn"t trust what he might do once he gave in to the much more primal mindset of the wolf.
Leaving Hawke"s office without another word, he walked down the tunnels with his head bent, not inviting conversation.
He didn"t count on Ben.
The five-year-old barreled around the corner and wrapped his baby-soft arms around Andrew"s legs. "Drew!" A shining face lifted up to his, absolute trust in those dark, b.u.t.ton brown eyes.
Andrew could no more squelch that joy than he could cut Indy out of his heart. "Mr. Ben." Bending, he picked the sweet-natured boy up and turned him upside down.
Ben"s delighted laughter attracted the attention of pa.s.sing packmates, made smiles break out on their faces. Andrew smiled, too, but his heart was too bruised to make it real. Turning Ben right side up, he settled the boy on his arm, his eyes on Ben"s soft fleece pajamas. "Did you escape bedtime?" He began heading toward Ben"s home.
A nod, one arm companionably around his neck. "You"re taking me back."
"Yep."
A sigh, then he snuggled his head into the curve of Andrew"s neck, sitting patiently until they reached the open doorway of his home. "Knock, knock," Andrew said. "I have an escapee to return."
Ben"s mother walked out, shaking her head. "Slippery little monkey. I thought you were in bed." Taking Ben, she sent Andrew a smile as bright and open as her son"s. "Thanks for bringing my little man back."
Andrew nodded and was about to leave when Ben said, "Wait! I wanna give Drew something." Wiggling out of his mother"s arms, he ran to the back of the apartment.
His mom went to say something when there was a cry from somewhere in the living area. "Oh, that"s the baby," she said. "I better go pick her up."
Andrew stayed in the doorway as she did so. "How"s Ben with her?"
"He plays with her for hours." Ava"s cheeks dimpled with maternal pride as she glanced over her shoulder. "Such patience my Benny has, you wouldn"t believe it."
Ben tumbled out of his room then, running as fast as his little legs would take him. When Andrew crouched in front of him, the boy handed over a tiny object. It was an action figure of a man in a blue jumpsuit sporting improbable muscles. "Thanks."
"It makes me happy when I play with it." Ben tapped him on the cheek with one baby-soft palm. "Don"t be sad, Drew."
Andrew looked into those shining eyes and wondered who Ben was going to grow into. Whoever that man was, Andrew had a feeling the whole pack would be d.a.m.ned proud of him. "Yeah? Okay."
A smile full of sunshine.
"Come on, Benny," Ava called. "Let"s get you to bed, my sweet boy."
Leaving with a wave, Andrew put the little action figure in a side pocket of his pack. Ben had seen. Hawke had seen. Andrew didn"t want anyone else to see. So he made sure he wasn"t stopped again as he headed out and away from this den where Indigo would return on the arm of another man. The rest of what might happen . . . he couldn"t think about it without unleashing the wolf"s tormented rage.
Indigo sat across from Riaz on the open patio of a roof-top restaurant you usually had to book weeks in advance, the glittering lights of the city spread out in shimmering ropes far below. And beyond that, the dark lap of the bay. It was a stunning view, and the man across from her was undeniably handsome, but she couldn"t focus, her entire body tense as if for battle. As for her wolf-it was agitated, unable to sit still.
Riaz stirred across from her. "So?"
It was an effort to smile, to pretend everything was as it should be. "I"m impressed," she said, turning her gaze from the view to him. "How did you get reservations so fast?"
"I called in a favor. Wouldn"t do to disappoint you." A slow smile that should"ve made her senses leap. "Did you notice how civilized I"m being?"
It was a reference to their past, when Riaz had been a wild, wild young male and she"d been coming into herself as a dominant female. "I almost don"t recognize you." She tipped her winegla.s.s toward him in a salute, though part of her missed the wild boy he"d been. He was almost too mature these days.
Riaz"s smile deepened at her comment, but she thought she glimpsed something hidden behind it, a sharp echo of her own confusion. However, when he spoke, his voice was steady. "You ready to order?"
"You do it."
Riaz raised an eyebrow. "Testing how well I know you?"
"Maybe." She took a sip of the excellent wine and watched him over the top of her gla.s.s.
Amazing dark gold eyes, the eyes of a man who"d seen the world and knew exactly what he wanted. But since his return from Europe, those eyes were more often shuttered and introspective than laughing, and the only time she"d really seen him playful was when they"d done the run. Even when he"d been young, he"d been . . . intense.
Not that it mattered, she told herself. Play was for boys and children. Riaz was a strong male in the prime of his life. Both sides of her nature found him more than acceptable . . . except, the wolf thought wistfully, a little more playfulness would"ve been nice. After all, he was a wolf, too. Play was part of their life. Shouldn"t he want to play with a female who attracted him?
As she listened, he placed their order. All perfect. Until he said, "No dessert. We"ll go for coffee instead."
Her wolf sniffed. No dessert? Drew would"ve never made that mistake.
She caught that thought as soon as it rose, nipped it before it could take root. Drew wasn"t only too young; he wasn"t dominant enough to be able to handle her wolf, despite what he thought. And as she"d seen up close and personal, such an imbalanced relationship couldn"t work-the emotional devastation would destroy them both, obliterating what friendship remained. There might even come a time when he"d look at her with barely concealed hate.
Shoving aside the painful images evoked by those thoughts, she turned her attention very deliberately to Riaz. "Tell me more about what you did while you were away."
The other lieutenant began to speak, his voice low, deep, smooth as caramel. As he spoke, she let herself truly look at him. His skin glowed a burnished brown in the light from the candles, his near black hair sparking with auburn highlights. The stunning blonde three tables over was giving him the eye when she thought Indigo wasn"t watching, while the two gorgeous black women one table to the right didn"t even try to hide their admiration.
Meeting Indigo"s gaze, they gave her a discreet thumbs-up. Indigo smiled back at the friendly appreciation, returning her focus to Riaz"s strong jawline, those beautifully shaped lips she"d once felt on her own. They"d been good as lovers, very good. But they"d parted as the best of friends. No broken hearts. No torn souls.
It made her wolf halt in its thoughts, consider.
Changeling wolves mated for life.
Her parents" relationship might not make sense to Indigo, but there wasn"t a shred of doubt in her mind that they loved each other to the core of their beings. More, that they fit together like two pieces of a separated whole-as if without one, there would be no other.
She wanted that, she realized as she sat across from this incredible man who ticked all the right boxes, who"d make a good partner, but who would never be her heartbeat. She wanted the agony and the ecstasy, craved the ferocity of the bond that tied male to female in the most visceral way. Fear bloomed at the idea of the vulnerability that would accompany such a relationship, but it wasn"t enough to overwhelm the hunger in her soul.
"Hey."
Blinking, she found Riaz watching her with a disconcertingly intent look. "Sorry," she said, her cheeks burning with cold heat. "My mind drifted away for a second."
Riaz didn"t let her off the hook. "We"ve known each other too long to play games, Indigo." Lifting his winegla.s.s, he took a sip of the golden liquid. "We know this isn"t going to work-but we"re trying to pretend that it will because it"s easier, safer."
Hearing the echo of pain in his words, she reached out to touch his free hand-no matter what, he was her friend. He was Pack. "Who?"
"My mate."
Indigo"s hand clenched on his. "You found her?"
"Too late." It was torn out of him, eyes gleaming amber in the flickering candlelight. "She"s another man"s wife, a good man." Raw hurt in those words. "Not touching her, not simply taking her, was the hardest thing I"ve ever done-but she would"ve despised herself for cheating."
So he"d walked away, Indigo thought, though it was clear doing so had savaged him. "I"m sorry, Riaz." She couldn"t imagine the nightmare he was living, knowing his mate belonged to someone else. Predatory male changelings were possessive beyond belief-it had to be torture to know that another man had the right to touch his mate, to build a life with her.
"I wasn"t playing games with you, Indigo," he said, turning his hand over so their fingers intertwined, his tone raw. "I thought-"
"I know," she interrupted with all the gentleness she had in her. Hurting and broken, he"d needed Pack, and she was someone he loved as a friend. It would"ve been instinct to turn to her, to try to find some kind of hope. "There"s no need for apologies between us."
"It would"ve been so much easier if it was you." He gave a small smile, the pain in his eyes filmed over by the fist of control. "Drew"s the one, isn"t he?"
She went to tug back her hand but he held it. "Yes," she admitted. "It confuses me, confuses my wolf, what he makes me feel." Exhilaration and joy . . . and utter, utter terror. Because what if she was right? What if being with Drew would eventually mean a corrosive pain that would destroy them both, drop by slow drop?
Riaz leaned forward and lifted her fingers to his mouth, brushing a tender caress across her knuckles. "You know what I"m going to say." In his gaze, she saw a fierce want, a hunger that told her he"d give anything to have the right to court, to claim the woman who sang to his heart. The woman, Indigo thought with an insight born of her own turmoil, for whom he might just play.
"Take me home, Riaz." There was no use in pretending she wasn"t aching to return to tangle with a wolf who shouldn"t have made her feel this way. But he did. And she"d been a coward long enough.
It was time to come face-to-face with what might very well be her destiny.
CHAPTER 21.