“Hell were you thinking?” McCready hissed at Haley. From behind them, Tom could only grimace. It was often that a Shifter managed what he would describe as a hiss – and it was always more dangerous sounding than it let on. McCready was shaking with anger. “Gonna ruin everything we’ve worked so hard about!”
“Sound an awful lot like Crichton,” Haley muttered.
“Shut your mouth, Jesse,” Tom warned. Haley glared at him, their earlier shared laughter gone.
“Yeah, sorry,” Haley apologized. “Didn’t mean that. Not sure what I was thinking. You know me, hotheaded. Trying to work on it.”
McCready glared and then nodded.
From behind the wheel, Tom glided the big engine down the streets like he was sailing a boat on the open sea. Everything seemed to swim away before him. He relaxed sli
