Free Under the Full Moon (Crimson Romance) by Bobbi Romans Page A

causing all the grief and chaos they toss out.”
    “I like ’em already,” Beth spat.
    “Where do they want us to meet them, and can we trust them?” Grace asked quietly looking only to Damien. His opinion mattered most.
    “Actually, I do.”
    “Why?” she pushed.
    “Because they gave me directions to a meeting spot, from where I assume we will be taken to their headquarters. I don’t see some random group not meaning what they say, bringing us to their hideout. Do you?”
    “Possibly. But I’m not seeing we have much choice if we want to learn the bigger picture.”
    Everyone nodded in agreement.
    “When are we to meet them?” Moss questioned.
    “Now.”
    “Potty break for me then.” Beth hopped up from her seat at the table and made a quiet motion for Grace to follow.
    Taking advantage of the relative privacy, Beth turned the faucet on as an added precaution and drilled Grace for her take on everything.
    “More is going on than what we’re aware of. I believe more people are involved and that either our group or B.E.A.R.’s has a mole within their structure.” There. She’d tossed her thought on the table.
    “I agree, though I’m betting the mole resides in their group. I mean I haven’t spoken about this to anyone other than us and the oddities started before Trick showed up. So even though I can’t say I trust him one hundred percent, it rather rules him out.”
    “I hope you’re right.”
    They cleaned up and Grace got a good whiff from her shirt. She still reeked of smoke. After a quick change, she headed back out to meet the rest of the clan.
    Trick lingered in the doorway with an uncertainty about him.
    “You think they’re aware of my presence?”
    Damien studied the kid a minute before replying.
    “They didn’t say and I didn’t ask. Point is whether you like it or not, you’re in our group.”
    Trick perked up a bit, but then Damien finished.
    “It’s not about whether I trust you … it’s about keeping both your friends and enemies close. No offense, kid, but until we know more, you ain’t going anywhere.” Damien’s eyes held challenge and Grace thanked the stars when Trick wisely chose not to argue.
    They piled into Beth’s new Jeep Explorer, which replaced her sunken hunk of junk. Granted, her other car had been paid off, but that was neither here nor there considering Octavia had managed to submerge the thing into the swamps.
    “So, are you going to tell me where we are heading?” Beth asked as she pulled out of the drive.
    “Head to Dead Man’s Bluff.”
    They all glared at Damien incredulously.
    “Hey, don’t look at me. That’s where they said to meet. Seems someone has a rather dry sense of humor at B.E.A.R.”
    “Ya think?” Grace teased.
    Thirty minutes later they arrived at the little cul-de-sac where local fishermen were known to put in their boats.
    “Nobody’s here,” Beth said cupping her hands around the window to peer out into the darkening environment. “Should we get out? Maybe they are watching to see if we’re armed or something.”
    “You three stay in the vehicle. Moss and I will check things out.” Trick bristled but didn’t argue.
    Damien and Moss got out to stretch their long, cramped legs and began circling around the place. For the most part, Trick had remained quiet, but suddenly he announced no way was he remaining in the car with the chicks. Grace would have stopped him, but hell, the kid already appeared forlorn being left with them and until he was proven guilty of anything, she’d consider him an innocent young man full of testosterone that needed releasing.
    Once the dark fully settled, the gang could see headlights heading down the bumpy road. Within moments an older style bus came into view.
    Damien motioned for her and Beth to remain where they were while he, Moss and Trick met with the large burly man who exited the near ancient vehicle.
    “Hey, you getting tired of being treated like the little helpless woman?”