Chapter 8

• Blair stood on the curb where he could watch the six still in the van, keep an eye on the three in the store, and survey any movement around them in this tiny town. His cat wasn’t happy with this situation.
• They’d been driving for two and a half hours. Priority had been a quick stop for gas and the game of bathroom tag. He rubbed his hand over the top of his hair. Only fate would put him in this situation. His cat had conveyed the emotion of what the fuck when he could smell again as they were driving. The blended scent of nine females had been more than even his cat knew what to do with.
• Turning, he checked the other direction, then glanced in the store’s window. Kobie, Torrey, and he thought her name was Cortney were at the cash now. Daisie had woken from her nap about forty-five minutes ago and talked non-stop. He knew their names, approximate ages of everyone, their personal preference for food, flowers, and how bad cussing was—even if he was a boy, it was bad.