Obsessions: A Monster Squad Novel 7 by Heath Stallcup Read Free Book Online

I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
    “You’ll get us both arrested if you get caught. Maybe even get your dad…never mind. Just make sure he understands what you’re doing to him. Don’t tell him it’s some miracle cure. Make sure you tell him. I mean it, Laura. Give him the choice. Don’t you dare decide for him. No matter how much you love him and want to save him. Promise me that.”
    “I love you.”
    Evan chewed at the inside of his cheek as he waited for her to promise. “I love you, too. But I mean it. Promise me you’ll tell him.”
    “I’ll tell him.” There was something about her voice that he didn’t quite believe.
    “Before you give him the shot. Promise me, Laura. Let him choose.”
    She paused a little longer than he would have liked, but she finally capitulated. “I promise. I’ll let him choose.”
    “Call me once you’re done. Just so I know there aren’t any complications.”
    “I will.”
    Evan heard the phone click and he leaned back in his chair. He reached for the mouse and deleted the images of her and the aluminum case from the computer systems. “What the hell have I just done?”
     
    *****
     
    Mitchell walked back to his office, the list of Team One soldiers still on his mind when a familiar voice called out. “What’s a girl got to do to get a meal around here?”
    He turned and knew he had a goofy smile before he ever laid eyes on her. “Please excuse my lack of manners.” He held an arm out to her and she wrapped her arm around his. “Allow me to escort you to our fine dining facilities.”
    “Fine dining? I’m impressed.” She fell into step alongside him and was just realizing how large and imposing he might be to someone he wanted to intimidate.
    “I may have stretched the truth a little. Fine might not be the best descriptor. But it is a dining facility.” He punched the button for the elevator and held the door open while she stepped inside. He studied her and his brows knitted in confusion. “Say, weren’t you a brunette when you arrived here? When did you change your hair to blonde again?”
    She patted his arm. “That’s a byproduct of the shift. If a gal wants to keep her hair dyed, she better buy stock in Miss Clairol. Every time you shift, your hair returns to its natural color.”
    “Must be really rough once someone goes gray.” He absently ran a hand alongside his own hair.
    “We age so slowly that very few wolves actually go gray. Those who do are usually quite proud of it.” She gave him a knowing look. “Besides, it makes you look distinguished.”
    “I was thinking old, but I’ll take what I can get.” The doors opened and the smells of food wafted into the elevator. “As you can tell, the chow hall is right down here.” He motioned down the hallway and escorted her inside.
    “It’s bigger than I would have thought.” Jenny stepped in and found a few people milling about, some eating, others simply sitting and drinking coffee, reading while waiting to start their shift, or relaxing after coming off of one.
    “We have a couple hundred people that we service. Naturally, the operators have pretty healthy appetites, so it’s like having to feed three hundred. We go through quite a bit of meat.”
    “That goes without saying.” She nodded to the stacks of bacon, the hams, and large chunks of roast behind the sneeze guards.
    “We serve just about anything you could want at all hours. If you want breakfast at three in the afternoon, just come down here and tell the cooks what you want. They’ll whip it up in no time.”
    “Oh, I’m liking this. This is better than room service.” She elbowed him in the ribs. “A girl could definitely lose her figure with a place like this.”
    “Believe it or not, you get tired of the same foods. They have pizza night, steak night, Chinese food…it just depends on the day of the week. They try to switch things up pretty regularly. Still, the wolves usually stick with red