Chapter 18

• Amari stood beside the door and watched to see if anyone came around the corner. It was impressive that Tripp was able to pick up that man and carry him in like he weighed no more than a child. Her cat noticed too, and Amari quickly tramped down on that kind of interest. He was the last thing she needed right now, a strong-headed man that ran around killing people and shit. Okay, he was her kind of male, but they didn’t exactly have a few free days. She liked the violent ones, not the beat her up kind, but the ones that knew the score in this crazy shifter world of theirs. A strong man, but one strong enough to know how to back off and let her be who she is. Tripp was checking all the boxes and her cat was completely purring over him, which was rare, she usually hated Amari’s choice of short flings. Did she want a fling with him? He was S.O. and a total loaner.
• He navigated through the door without issue. He didn’t even look like he was straining under the weight. He might even have the potential for a repeat performance. It had been months, at least eight since she’d had some fun. Although, being in her cycle had made it more necessary than fun. Too bad they were on the clock right now.
• Tripp dropped him on the closest bed and then turned around and looked at her. “The sparse diet at the holding center will do his heavy ass some good.” He smirked, “I’ll go get our gear. See if you can find a receipt or something that says how long this room is rented for.”