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The ranch was in an uproar. Wolves were sniffing all over the crash site, but Vince had taken care of that. When he’d stolen the vehicle, it had been one he’d had to use the other day for ranch business. All the supplies had been purchased online with his fake identity and shipped to his P.O. box three towns over in a non-pack area.
But the best idea he’d had was the cleaning fluid with which he’d sprayed the log, the trees, and the grass before stashing everything in the Toyota and driving off the ranch. His only regret was that he hadn’t been there to see Wulfric hit the log.
And that the shifter hadn’t died.
At least he’d gotten two shifters for one. A smile stretched across his face as he worked on filing the mid-month reports. Not only had he taken out Gabe with the log, but Sam Wulfric had broken under the strain of the mating fever and had gone AWOL last night. He hadn’t been seen since.
Serena was locked in her office. There were black shadows under her eyes, and her usual sunny smile was just a fleeting ghost. Nancy was running her ragged looking for errors in old paperwork from ten years ago. He’d promised to take her off of the ranch for lunch and the gratitude in her eyes had been huge.
Yes, today was a good day. His smile got wider. And lunch with just Serena and himself was going to be wonderful.