Hours later, they’d filled Jake and Dane in on their afternoon escapade and were sitting at the small round table in their hotel suite looking at a map of the area. They’d had to put up with a lecture from Dane and Jake, but all in all, they’d kept it civil thus far. Phoebe sensed Jake had quite a bit more to share about how he felt about her taking off like that, but he was holding back for now.
Dane penciled in the area where Shana had seen the shifters and had Jake pull up his data from the various ISP addresses he’d identified. Phoebe was wired and tired at the same time. She sat beside Jake, her legs in his lap. He absently stroked one leg with his palm, the heat of it sifting through her leggings like a d**g. She’d thought she’d be more self-conscious being like this with him in fro
