“Guns blazing?” Wheeler asked.

“No, but I’m packing.” Reno shifted in his seat to look at both of us. “We’ll drive around and scope the property first. I’m curious if he has Breed or human guards. I ain’t gonna church it up for you: if they’re Vampires, we’re up shit creek. They’ll hear us coming before we even ring the doorbell.”

“What makes you think Skye is in there?” I asked. “If you lock a person in a bedroom, they’re going to try to escape, even if it means burning the house down.”

“They might have her tied up,” Wheeler suggested. “Handcuffs, in the basement… Chains can wrap around pipes nice and tight.”

Reno shot him a hard glare. “Park at the end of the street. I brought some equipment that’ll pick up any shortwave communication devices. You two sit tight in the car while I scope out the property. Once I have the information I need, I’ll tell you the plan.”

“Then why don’t you drive?” Wheeler suddenly pivoted around and crawled between the seats.

I scooted all the way to the right and ducked when he pulled his legs into the backseat. Meanwhile, Reno simply got out of the car and walked around. The car only had two doors, so I was stuck in the back.

“Comfy?” I asked.

“Damn,” he grunted, situating himself. “I didn’t realize how snug it was back here.”

“Never tested out the backseat of your own car?”

“That’s such a human thing to do,” he quickly said, rolling his head to the side to look at me. “Nothing could turn me on in this cramped space.”

Reno got in and moved his seat back for more legroom.

“You’re an ass,” Wheeler barked out, shoving at the seat in protest.

I smiled playfully, wondering why Wheeler had switched seats. “Miss me already?”

“I can’t drive and twist my neck around to hear you talking. What did he say?”

I ate the last piece of my burger and sighed. “Delgado wants to take care of me. I’m not sure if he’s serious or is saying anything to get my panther in his clutches. He’s tempting me with money and a high position.”

Wheeler stretched one of his legs over to my side. “That kind of thing goes on, you know. I’ve seen it. Not everywhere, but some owners treat their prized warriors like champions instead of animals. I’ve seen men get rich with the right owner.”

Reno started messing with the radio and stopped on “You Shook Me All Night Long.”

I slowly unwrapped the second burger and offered it to Wheeler. “Have a bite.”

Wheeler pinched the whiskers on his chin. “I bought those for you.”

I scooted closer until our bodies touched and held it to his lips. “Open your mouth.”

His lips parted, and Wheeler took a small bite from the burger.

“Thank you for thinking of me,” I said quietly, so Reno couldn’t hear. “I’m less jittery when my panther’s been fed.”