Takedown (Memphis Heat 4)
Marteeka Karland and Shelby Morgen
All rights reserved.
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
"What do you know about Remmy?"
Callahan recognized Amanda's tone. This was more than a casual inquiry. She was up to something. Still, listening to her, knowing how her brain was filtering through facts like flour through a sieve was fascinating. And sexy. "Good kid. I was his training officer. Quick study. Good at reading situations. Fast on his feet."
"None that I know of. Why?"
Amanda shrugged. "He did good out there today. I like him. But before we go under fire I want to know he's going to have your back." She peeked up at him from under her lashes then. "Besides. He's kinda cute."
"I'll personally vouch for the kid. He's as solid as they come. Strong. Loyal. He took a bullet protecting two children before he was turned. I can't imagine anything about Remmy being disingenuous." He grinned, knowing his she wolf so very well, and getting hard just thinking about all the lusty images that flitted through his mind at his next words. "But if you want to get to know him... better..." Callahan looked up just as the pup walked in the locker room. He gave Amanda a sharp snap of his chin. With a crafty smile, she snipped their conversation short.
Remmy acknowledged them with an inclination of his head before pulling off his T-shirt with one hand and tossing it into his locker. Callahan grinned as Amanda snuck a look when neither man thought she was looking. Not to be outdone, Callahan had to do the same one-handed trick with his own T-shirt, flexing his muscles for effect.
Amanda made an appreciative noise, crossing her arms under her ample breasts and leaning against the lockers. "Now there's a sight I could get used to."
Remmy cast a glance at Callahan, who merely shrugged, trying unsuccessfully to smother a grin. "Should I be jealous, or thankful you like the view? I'm sure there's a rule somewhere about ogling your fellow officers."
Amanda glanced at Remmy, then back at Callahan. "You're always hung up on the damn rules. Rules are made for breaking. And there's more than enough of me to go 'round."
Callahan laughed, completely delighted with Amanda's line of thinking. Unfortunately, Remmy looked a little bug-eyed. Apparently he had no clue what to do with a woman like Amanda. Hell, Callahan couldn't blame him. Sometimes he didn't know what to do with her, either. Fortunately, he'd long ago figured out it was best to just give Amanda her way. It made everyone happy and no one got... well... dead.
"Look out, cub." Callahan slapped the younger man on the back. "The Alpha Bitch has you in her sights."
"But you guys... Aren't you a couple?"
"Absolutely," Callahan answered.
Amanda grinned. "Two's a couple. Three's... more fun."
Callahan knew flirting was one thing to a young man -- showing off, even. But having a woman like Amanda take him seriously? That was quite another. He knew this from first-hand experience. For the first time since Callahan had met Remmy, he could tell the younger man was in a situation he had no idea how to handle. He could just imagine the thoughts going through Remmy's mind. Run with it and risk the wrath of his lieutenant, or ignore an Alpha and possibly get his throat ripped out...
No one ignored Amanda.
Amanda took the decision out of his hands. "Come on. I want to run. Join us."
Callahan grinned. Nothing like a good run to introduce the kid to the ways of the pack. And they were pack. Born wolves or not, the knowledge seemed to be instinctive to all of them.
Stripping, he shifted. Amanda followed, only a moment behind him, and faster.