Emmitt's Treasure: Judgement of the Six Companion Series, book 2 (2 page)

“In fact,” he continued, “I’d have to say you look like hell.  Not surprising since you’ve only been sitting still a few minutes at a time.  I’ve followed you long enough.  It’s time to come home.  Good thing Blake knew Richard arranged for you to have this.”  He patted the car.  “You might have disappeared without a trace otherwise.”

Blake?  Richard?  I glanced at her hand and saw no recent signs of a wedding ring.  However, I couldn’t say I was happy with all the male names the man was throwing around.  But, whoever they were, she’d left them.  From the things this guy was saying, though, she wouldn’t have a chance to get away unless someone helped her.  I was ready to step forward when she straightened her shoulders and spoke.

“How’s your head?” she asked.  “You went down pretty hard.”

I grinned.  She had fight in her.

The man narrowed his eyes, but she didn’t back down.

“Walk away, David,” she said.

“You know I can’t.”

He took a step forward, and she nudged the boys behind her.  That was my cue.  As he took another step toward her, I took a few steps of my own.  He finally noticed me when I was a few feet behind her.

“Does this man have any legal rights to these kids?” I asked.  It wouldn’t change the fact that she was mine, but I needed to know how to approach the situation.  No cubs should see their father get his tail handed to him.

“None,” she said, keeping her eyes on the man before her.  “Their father recently passed away.  This man is no relation to me or my stepfather.”

Not her husband, then.  Good.  I stepped closer, drowning in her scent as I stared down the man threatening her.

“Then you and your partner should walk away like she said.”

Michelle looked to the left and spotted the man who’d been creeping around the side of her car.

“Two to one,” the first man said with a grin.  “Better for your health to move along.”

A half laugh escaped me.

“I’m not too worried about it,” I said.

As soon as she tucked the boys’ heads into her hips, I knew she understood what was going to happen.  The men hadn’t figured it out yet, though.  The talker drew a gun and aimed for me as his partner stepped out from the car, right between me and the gun.

I dove for the partner, knocking him between the cars so the kids wouldn’t see if they tried to peek.  Then I drew back and hit him in the face harder than I intended.  The bone of his nose crunched with the impact.  The need to contact an Elder gripped me, and I mentally reached out to Winifred.

Winifred, I’m reporting an incident with a human.  He started a fight with an unprotected woman.  I broke his nose.

Thank you for reporting the incident,
she said back to me.

I might have more to report in a few minutes.

Foregoing the use of my speed, I ducked around front of the SUV to circle the man with the gun.  He knew what I planned because he took a step back, making his way toward me and further away from Michelle and the kids.  I grinned and waited.  As soon as he cleared the side of the SUV, I yanked him from their view.  A punch to the head knocked him out.

Two men knocked out in the parking lot of a diner.  I wasn’t paying attention to the name of the town.  The woman’s safe.

Emmitt, I hope you have a good explanation for breaking our la—

She’s my Mate.  She’s human and doesn’t know what I am, Winifred.

There was a brief pause.

Bring her home, Emmitt.

Home.  Wiping any blood from my hands, I stepped out from behind the SUV, not knowing what to say.  A comment about the weather was the last thing she’d want to hear.

“Thank you,” she said, staring at me with her big, wide eyes.

She looked worse than she had in the diner.  My girl was going to crash hard, but I needed to get her away from the diner parking lot before she did.  If the police were called, they would ask questions and try to put her back into the life she’d escaped, a life that didn’t include me.

“Can you drive for a few miles?”

She nodded slowly, but doubt pulled at her expression.

“Good.  I’ll follow you to make sure these two don’t.”

Bitter little puffs of fear were coming from the kids who were staring at me.

“Need help getting your kids in?” I asked, looking down at the boys.

“No, but thanks.”

I followed behind them and watched her open the back door.  Once the boys were both in, I opened the door for her and waited to make sure she buckled.  Her moves were slow and measured.  I wanted to offer to drive, but I couldn’t leave the bike.  It would be too obvious who’d knocked out the men.  The police could trace the plates right to my place.

“Just drive south,” I said.  “I’ll be right behind you.”

She nodded, and I looked her over once more before closing the door.  Introducing myself would have to wait; she was scared and dead on her feet.  I hoped she had enough in her to get out of town and somewhere to rest.  After that, well, maybe we’d have more to talk about than the weather.

She pulled out of the parking lot, barely missing the curb, but kept between the lines as we headed south.  However, her accuracy didn’t last long.  A few miles after leaving the town behind, she started to swerve.  Nothing drastic, but a definite slip in attention.  She needed to get off the road.

Ahead, I spotted a country used car lot, the kind of place that sold more farm implements than vehicles and specialized in old pickups and trading.  Perfect.  Opening the throttle, I came up alongside her.  She glanced at me in surprise.  Her white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel didn’t escape my notice.  I pointed to the dealer ahead and motioned for her to pull over.  She nodded and signaled.  I fell behind her and almost had a heart attack when she didn’t slow down enough and fishtailed through the gravel turn.

I pulled in behind her and shut off the bike as I tugged the helmet off my head.  She’s just tired, I told myself.  She wasn’t trying to kill herself.  Still, it took several moments to calm down enough so I would be able to speak to her without growling.  When I knew I had myself under control, I set the helmet on the bike and approached the car.

Her head was on the steering wheel, and she wasn’t moving.  The boys watched me from the back seat as I knocked on her window.  She jumped and fear lit her eyes as she looked up.

Even after she saw it was me, the fear didn’t leave her expression.  She reached for the window control but only dropped the glass a few inches.  Just enough to hear me.

“You were starting to swerve,” I said, putting my hands in my pockets in an attempt to look unimposing.  “How long since you last slept?”

It took her a moment to answer.

“It’s been a while.”

“That man, David, hinted this was how he followed you,” I said, nodding at her car.

I hoped she’d understand she needed to get rid of the car.

She looked away from me, and her gaze caught on the single, small building on the property.  A man stood just outside the door, watching us.  When the man noticed he had her attention, he started to walk toward us.

“Come on, guys.  Let’s unbuckle and get out.  Stay close,” she said.

I took a step back and glanced at the salesman as she opened her door.

“Howdy, folks.  What can I do for you?”

“I need a different car,” Michelle said while the boys climbed out and moved close to her.  She gently ran her fingers through their hair.  Seeing her love and fear for them jacked the urgency to get her somewhere safe.  To take her home.  Given her reaction when I’d stepped up to the window, that might not be so easy.  She obviously didn’t trust me, despite saving her.

“A trade?” the salesman asked, breaking my thoughts.

She nodded.

“To be honest, your car is probably worth two of any of the cars I have.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

But, the change in her pulse told me that was a lie.  She didn’t need to worry about money, though.  I’d help her.

“The insurance on this thing is too much for me.  I need something worth a little less to bring down the premiums.”

The dealer happily led her through the collection of vehicles on his tiny lot.

“I think I have just the thing for you, then.”

He showed her a dark blue truck flecked with bits of rust.  A truck meant I could put my bike in the back so I could drive and she could sleep.  But, it also meant the kids would need to share a seatbelt.  While I was trying to think of a way to help prod her to say yes, she surprised me by telling the guy she’d take it.

“Come inside, and we’ll sign the papers.  Do you have the title with you?”

“Yes, I think so.  Let me go get it.”

“I’ll get it for you and move your things,” I said from behind her.  It would give me a chance to load my bike without witnesses.  The faster we were on our way once she was done, the better.

While she went to the office with the salesman, I jogged to the car.  The title was in the glove box.  Tucking the paper into my back pocket, I opened the back door.  Though the car seats wouldn’t fit in the truck, I removed them and her purse from the car, then loaded the seats in the back of the truck along with my bike.

Finished switching things over, I went back to the office and handed the salesman the title.  It didn’t take him long to sign over the truck and hand the keys to Michelle.

I followed Michelle and the boys from the office, trying to think of a way to ask for the keys.  When we reached the truck, she glanced questioningly at my bike in the bed.

I tried giving her a reassuring smile.

“I hope you’ll accept my help for a little longer.  You need to move from here, but you don’t look like you’ll be able to stay awake for very long.”

Her uncertainty and desperation drifted into the air around us, and I had to put my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching for her.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Emmitt, for now.  When you’re more awake, I’ll give you whatever details you want.”

She nodded, and I wanted to grin.  Instead, I walked the three of them to the passenger door and held it open while they got in.  She kissed the tops of the boys’ heads as she buckled them in together then sat in her place.  Once she buckled, I closed the door and walked around the hood.  The road was still clear of any traffic.  I hoped that meant the two who’d come for her were still knocked out.  They’d catch up to her car, but, hopefully, we’d be miles from it.

I got in and, unable to stop myself, breathed deeply.  The cab was filled with her scent already.

“You two have enough room?” I asked, looking down at the cub sitting next to me.

He nodded hesitantly.  I buckled, to set a good example, then started the truck.  With a wave to the salesman, we left her little red car behind.

“Which direction should I head?” I asked when she didn’t question where I was going.

“Doesn’t matter,” she said, closing her eyes.

Within seconds, her breathing evened out.  The boy next to her reached up and began anxiously playing with her hair.  It made me sad that they were afraid of me.

She relaxed in her seat and shifted so her weight leaned on the door.  I reached over and pressed down the lock.  The boys watched me closely.

“Didn’t want her to fall out,” I said.

They continued to look at me.

“I have a younger brother,” I said, feeling the pressure of their scrutiny.  “His name’s Jim.  He lives in Montana with a friend of ours.  I haven’t seen him in almost a year.”

The boy next to me glanced at his brother.

“You guys know my name.  It’s Emmitt,” I said, reminding them.  “But I don’t know yours.”

“My name is Liam,” the one next to me said.  “This is Aden.”

“Nice to meet you.  I’m glad I have company.  It gets a little boring on long drives.  Either of you know how to play
I Spy
?”

They hesitantly shook their heads, and I took a few minutes to explain the game.  I tried several times to get them to play along, but they stayed shyly quiet.  Undeterred, I kept talking.  I told them stories from my childhood and any kid jokes I could remember.

A few times, Michelle’s breathing changed, but never enough that she woke all the way.

“Mimi?” Aden said softly, leaning against Michelle.

“Buddy, if you need something, you can ask me.  She’s so tired and really needs some sleep.  Try not to wake her unless you really need her, okay?”

Aden nodded and continued to play with her hair.  His uncertainty just made me try harder to get them to relax around me.  Eventually, they did.  Just enough to say a word here and there so we could play some games.

After several hours, I noticed Aden wiggling in his seat.

“I don’t know about you two, but I sure could use a bathroom break.  Mind if I find us someplace with a bathroom?”

Neither one answered so I went ahead and pulled into the first motel I found.

As soon as I cut the engine, Michelle sat up.  Her bloodshot eyes took in the motel, and panic ripped through her.

“Michelle, the kids could use a break, and I think you’d benefit from some real sleep.  How about I get the three of you a room while I stay with the truck?” I said to assure her that I had no intention of joining her, even though it would have been a dream come true.

She turned to meet my gaze, and I saw her mistrust.  I tried not to let it hurt.  Something had happened to her.  Something that had robbed her of sleep and filled her with fear.  I didn’t know how to help ease any of it.

“You can hang on to the truck keys, of course,” I said.

That seemed to do the trick.  She hesitantly nodded.

“You two keep an eye on her.  I’ll be right back.”

I got out and pressed down the lock before I closed the door.  It wasn’t that I thought anyone would try to come after them.  I just wanted her to feel safe.

In the office, I asked for a room and paid cash.  As soon as I had the key, I went back to the truck.  All three were watching for me.  I held up the key and smiled at Aden.  He gave a small smile in return.  When I glanced at Michelle, she looked away.

I sighed and recalled something Dad had said long ago.  He’d sat Jim and me down at an early age and warned us that, if we were lucky enough to find a Mate, not to expect our first meeting to go well.  He’d said women were unpredictable and prickly.  Then, Mom had smacked him on the back of the head and called us to dinner.  He’d been telling the truth, and I realized it would take some time to win Michelle over.

After unlocking the door, I apologized to Aden for the delay then moved the truck to a spot in front of their room.

As soon as I cut the engine, I handed the motel key to Michelle and got out to open her door.  The boys were quick to hop out behind her.  She still moved a little too slowly as she walked toward the room and wasn’t able to immediately fit the key, which was killing Aden.

Taking pity on the kid, I went to reclaim the key.  Michelle handed it over but then took a quick step back as if she’d given me a weapon.  She was so skittish.  I needed to find out who David, Blake, and Richard were to her and what they’d done to make her that way.  Ideas flipped over in my head.  None of them good.  Each one made me want to hurt David all over again.  The decorative end of the key bent slightly as I shoved it into the lock.  With more care, I turned the key and opened the door for them.

“If you need anything, I’ll be right here.  Yell, and I promise I’ll hear you.”  I moved aside so they could enter.

As she walked past, I caught her hand and placed the room key and truck key in her palm.  I could have let her go then.  Instead, I took my other hand to wrap her fingers around the keys.  I just wanted to prolong touching her, to try to assure her I wasn’t someone to fear.  I’d take care of her.  Protect her.  Forever.

She tightened her hold on the keys and stepped into the room.  She was quick to close the door.  I didn’t mind.  I could hear her lean against the thin wood, watching me.  Giving her the assurance she needed, I went back to the truck and got in.  The seat wasn’t comfortable, but I leaned back and closed my eyes.

After a few minutes, I rolled down the window so I could hear if any of them called for me, then I watched the sun slowly set.

*    *    *    *

A little after midnight I heard rustling from within the room.  I quietly left the truck and stood beside the door to listen.

“I’m hungry,” Aden said.

“We can’t wake her unless it’s an emergency,” Liam said sleepily.  “Do you want to watch TV or draw?”

Good kids.  I moved away from the door to look up and down the street as my stomach empathized with Aden.  We hadn’t stopped for anything until we’d reached the motel, and lunch was long gone.  A block away, I saw a fast food place.

Giving the motel door one last glance, I took off at a run.  It was dark and the traffic light.  As long as I stuck to the shadows, no one would notice a man running way too fast.  I’d be a blur out of the corner of an observer’s eye and back before the kids’ stomachs could growl twice.

A twenty-four-hour drugstore had me stopping before I reached my destination.  I hesitated on the sidewalk.  I didn’t want to be absent any longer than necessary.  But, I’d emptied their car.  They had nothing with them.  No clothes, no toiletries, nothing.  It would only take me a few minutes, I told myself as I walked inside.  Still, as I hunted down supplies for them, I worried they would look for me and find me missing.

After the drugstore, I went straight to the restaurant.  I ordered two coffees and a mess of breakfast sandwiches.  I used a burst of speed to get back to the motel in less than a minute.

Aden and Liam were still quietly entertaining themselves inside the room when I knocked.  A second later, Liam’s little face peeked out the curtained window beside the door.

I winked at him and lifted the food bag.  He glanced at the bag then behind him and let the curtain fall back into place.  I listened to him try to wake Michelle.  He called her Mimi, so close to “Mommy.”  She’d mentioned their father, her stepfather, dying.  But where were her Mom and Dad?