Page 60 of Havoc's Fox
“We’ll see when we get to the airport.”
“I’ll go get our things together,” Everly said, kissing him quickly before she hurried off to throw some clothes for both of them in a carry-on bag.
Ten minutes later Everly came out of the bedroom with two packed carry-on bags. She was wearing a pair of jeans with a sweatshirt, and a pair of sneakers. “Packed us each a bag. I’m ready.”
Bam smiled at her. “Give me five minutes to change. I wrote them a note.”
“I don’t want to leave your truck or my car at the airport,” Everly said as he started to leave the room.
Bam stood there for a second, thinking about it. He started to grin. “You still got Analise’s rental car keys in the cabinet?”
“I do.”
“We’ll return it for her,” Bam said.
Everly started laughing. “Hurry up, then. Let’s go before she gets out of the shower.”
~~~
Havoc woke mid-morning and yawned as he stretched his body and groaned happily before spreading his arms out to his side. He turned to look to the side Analise had slept on and grinned to himself when he lifted her pillow and brought it to his face to sniff. Her scent was still strong on the pillow case, and didn’t that just make him happy as hell. “’Lise?” he called out, sitting up. It was then that he noticed the sound of the water running in the shower. “Sounds good to me,” he said, scratching his hands through his wild bed-head hair as he walked toward his bathroom. He opened the door and stepped inside, realizing right away that there was no steam in the bathroom. “A cold shower? Really?” he asked as he closed the door and looked over toward the glass walled shower. The shower was indeed running, but Analise wasn’t in it.
“Analise?!” he shouted, walking over to turn off the water. It was then that he noticed the hot water had been running, but it had been running long enough to have gone cold. “Analise?!” he called out again, leaving the bathroom and quickly making his way toward the stairs. He looked over the banister into the open area downstairs, calling her name.
There was no answer.
He rushed down the stairs, taking three at a time until he was standing in the open living room, able to see into the kitchen and out of the front door onto the front porch. She wasn’t there. She was gone.
With a snarl in his throat, he grabbed up the first pair of jeans he found, shoved his legs into them, yanked on a t-shirt, grabbed up Bam’s boots and left, slamming the door behind himself as he ran for the truck.
~~~
Havoc stood on the porch of Bam’s and Everly’s house, banging on the door non-stop. He’d been knocking so long that he was now leaning his forehead against the door, a constant wrap of his knuckles against the wood an accompaniment to his continuing snarl. Suddenly he could hear the door being unlocked and it was snatched open.
“What do you want?!” Emmalyn demanded, her eyes squint, the imprint of her bedsheets across her cheek. Her hair askew.
“Why is Analise’s car gone? If she left, when I catch her ass… she will know better than to ever leave me again!” he growled.
“Her car…” Emmalyn placed both her hands on Havoc’s chest and shoved, moving him away from the door so she could lean out and look over to where Analise’s rental car was parked. Sure enough, it was gone. She turned still bleary, but now angry eyes on Havoc. “What did you do?!” she demanded.
“Me?! I did nothing wrong!”
“You had to do something. She was sound asleep and fine last night. Now she’s gone.”
“I only did what she wanted.”
“And that would be?”
“I mated her! She came to me, I claimed her, and now I’m here looking for my mate because she ran out on me in the middle of the night and didn’t even have the damn decency to wake me up first!” he shouted.
“You’re so full of shit! She’d never mate you!”
Havoc’s head jerked back like she’d slapped him. “And why not?”
“Because you cheat!”
“I’m not that kid anymore!” he bellowed.
“Seems to be a core trait! I don’t think age has anything to do with it,” Emmalyn yelled at him.