around his broad shoulders without tipping her chair. "Well, I'll be damned! If it isn't the terror from the sky himself! How you doin', Cloudsfall? Been a long time!”
She finally half-stood so she could see the speaker and their eyes met. The word shot out of her mouth before she could stop it. "You!”
"You!" Both words hit the air at the exact same moment as the driver of the black truck from the previous night stopped mid-step and stared incredulously. He was a wolf and a powerful one to boot!
So why didn't she feel like growling? Normally, other wolves felt like a threat to her.
"Glad you two have met." Lucas nodded and flicked his finger, urging the new man to step closer. "That'll speed this along.”
"No, we haven't…I mean—" She fumbled her way around the thought, unable to take her eyes off the newcomer. He was taller than she'd imagined him to be, and his skin was a little darker than the truck's dome light showed—but it appeared to be a tan, because his neck showed hints of lighter skin. Still, the unruly black hair that made her want to run her fingers through it, and the vivid blue eyes were the ones etched into her memory.
Again his words came out at nearly the same time, completing her thought. "We haven't really met. She was just there, with the ambulance.”
She smiled and nodded, surprisingly pleased he would remember. "And you were in the black truck.”
Lucas cleared his throat, and she realized that she had been staring for long seconds, not saying anything. Just memorizing his face. She flushed guiltily and sat back down. Will grabbed a chair and, like Lucas, turned it around and straddled it. He leaned his arms on the top ladder-back rail and grinned at the new man, while occasionally flicking his eyes to watch her. "Well, you certainly seem to have made an impression on our local alpha, Adam.”
Adam. That was a nice name. But then she realized that Will was teasing her as much as he was the new man and shot him a nasty look. Adam must have noticed her annoyance born of embarrassment because his nostrils flared. Then he stepped forward and reached into his front pocket. He pulled out some change and removed a quarter. He tossed it on the table in front of Will with an evil smile before returning the other coins to his pocket.
"Make it out to Adam—best wishes. Need a pen ?”
His words had an accent, but she couldn't place the location. Will suddenly smelled embarrassed and reached out and slapped the quarter back across the table so hard it went off the edge and bounced on the tile with a melodic ting. "Fuck you, Mueller.”
Tension filled the room between Adam and Will—not so much dangerous as testing. Cara was pretty sure she was wearing the same confused expression as Lucas, but he was the one who asked first.
"Is there something going on I should know about, gentlemen?" There was a warning rumble to the words, and another flow of magic, which stopped just short of touching either man. This time, Adam flushed lightly and shook his head. "No, sir. Just a private joke.”
"That's going to stay private. Right, Adam?" Will's words had a hard edge, the sort that spoke of adventures better left in the past.
He nodded once and sighed. "Right. Sorry, Cloudsfall. I shouldn't have pushed that button. How about we start over?" He held out his hand, but from his expression and scent, Cara could tell he wasn't sure if he'd taken the joke too far.
She'd never heard Will referred to as Cloudsfall before, but being both Native American and a raptor it made sense to her. And, it was obvious the three men were comfortable with the name. But she felt a little at a disadvantage. She'd thought she knew everything about Will, only to discover a brand-new past history with strangers.
After a short hesitation, Will held out his hand and shook Adam's, then released and closed his hand into a fist. Adam did the same and they bumped knuckles like old buddies. "Just as much my fault, man. I should