Free Forrest, Dawn - Alphas' Prize [WeresRus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Dawn Forrest Page A

failed of course, as it always did.
    Lynne was like a breath of fresh air, a ball of free energy. She was creative and social, with a wicked sense of humor. She was five foot eight inches tall and had a curvaceous figure with a full chest, small waist, and hips to shake and roll, which she often did on the dance floor. Her hair was the golden color of ripe wheat and her eyes cornflower blue. Although not as physically fit as Jo, she still had a mean punch and could execute a powerful roundhouse when they sparred in karate.
    Joanna pulled back from her friend’s embrace, keeping one hand on her arm.
    “Not really, Lynne, but I can’t tell you much about it. My mom’s in trouble, and I have to go to Montana quickly to get help. I need my bike. Is it still in the space where I left it?”
    “Yeah, I took it for a quick spin last week and checked it over. It’s running well. You’re not thinking of riding all the way, are you? There are faster ways to get there.”
    “No, it’ll go with me on a plane.”
    When Hawke had suggested sending his jet for her she had quickly considered the options. Flying independently and hanging around Kalispell while she hired transportation wasn’t a great idea. The chances of running into a werewolf there were significantly higher than elsewhere. Arriving in Montana on Hawke’s jet would offer her protection—assuming he was true to his word—and then using her own bike offered a means of possible escape. All in all it was marginally the most logical option. More importantly, over and above logic, was that bike was her most treasured possession. She figured that if this was a one-way trip then she darn well wanted to do it in her version of style.
    “Is that possible?”
    “It is now,” she replied cryptically. “I’d like to rest up at the house for a few hours if that’s okay?”
    “Of course, but only if you don’t have an OCD episode and start warding off cats and dogs again. Let’s go.” Lynne laughed as she quickly walked to her car.
    “Ah, well, I can’t promise that.” She winced, knowing that it was exactly what she had to do before she left.
    When they were on the freeway, Lynne concentrated on driving, but with a frown on her face she asked, “Are you sure I can’t help you more, Jo?”
    “Well, actually, there is one thing. Can I borrow your GPS and that scarf you’re wearing?”
    If Lynne’s biker leathers had fit she would have snaffled those, too, but unfortunately they were way too short. She was hoping that by wearing another woman’s item of clothing she could disguise her own scent or at least confuse a hunter. It was a long shot.
    “You’re back two minutes, and you already want my stuff!” She put on a face of mock outrage. “Your leathers, helmet, boots, and gloves are still in a box in your room. I won’t pretend to understand, but if you need my scarf or anything else, it’s yours.”
    “Thanks, you’re a star, and if I could tell you what’s going on, I would.”
    “But you can’t, I know, after all you’re my clandestine best friend who disappears at a moment’s notice.” Lynne gave a half chuckle. “Just be careful, and don’t do anything rash or dangerous.”
    You mean like ride right into a den full of werewolves who’ll want to fuck me and get me pregnant? But all she said was, “You know me.”
    Lynne suddenly grew serious. “Now we both know that’s not altogether true.”
    Yet here she was, helping her out, requiring no explanation, a true friend.
    When they were back at her apartment, she used Lynne’s computer to print off the information that Hawke had sent. There were coordinates to The Den and also to a relatively small private airport sixteen miles outside of Denver. The plane would be waiting for her from eight o’clock in the morning. She checked her e-mail in-box again, but there were still no new messages from her mom. Jo was definitely worried now, and it reaffirmed that she was doing the right thing