Rhys slid his legs over the edge of the bed and ran his hand through his short hair. “Apparently, Evan can sometimes track you. It’s part of that whole thing about you two being connected. When he gave you his blood, he altered more than you being a shifter.”
“How so?”
“He made you immortal.”
Her mouth parted. He was joking. He had to be. She still walked in sunlight. “Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it. What else did he say?”
Elizabeth’s mouth parted as Rhys stood. “He mentioned, before I walked out, that you can block him and that you sometimes already do.”
“No wonder you didn’t want to tell me last night.” She pressed her lips together, trying hard not to be mad. It wasn’t Rhys’ fault she had to deal with Evan. “I’ll have to practice that,” she called out over her shoulder while heading to the bathroom to change and get ready for the day.
An hour later, they’d grabbed a quick bite for breakfast and had just pulled up outside the upscale downtown brownstone in the ritzy part of town. A man dressed in a black trench coat and three-piece suit held a briefcase in hand as he stepped outside the door and turned to lock it behind him.
“Looks like we’re right on time,” she mumbled beneath her breath and stepped out of the SUV, pulling her badge from her waist. “Shifter Investigation Division. Patrick Smith?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
Mr. Smith turned to look at her. He was in his mid-thirties, with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a clean-shaven face. She might even consider him good looking if blonds were her type. They weren’t.
“What’s this about?” he asked, his gaze going from hers to Rhys and back to settle on her face.
“Jennifer, your missing wife.”
He glanced over his shoulder back at the door. “She’s not missing.”
Rhys and Elizabeth shared a look. She didn’t have to be a mind reader to know he was just as confused as she was by the information. It contradicted what Colton had told her about the newly filed missing persons report on the woman. What the hell was going on?
“Can we speak with her?”
She watched him hesitate, and for a second, she thought they might need to get a court order to talk to her, but he turned back around and unlocked the door. “You can try. She’s been sleeping on and off for the last twenty-four hours.” He held the door open for them to pass. “Have a seat while I try and wake her.”
Neither Rhys nor Elizabeth sat while they waited. She took her time wandering around the living room looking at the wedding pictures out on display, and another picture of the man and the woman Elizabeth recognized from the video feed at the Honey Pot. She was beaming a smile, showing her white teeth in a scene of snow in front of a log cabin.
Their house was immaculate. Everything put in its place. She peeked into the kitchen, not even a dirty coffee cup in the sink.
Minutes later, the woman from the picture took her time coming down the stairs as she tied the red sash to her robe. Her blonde hair was slightly mussed, and she ran a hand down the strands as she hit the last step.
“We’re sorry to wake you,” Elizabeth said as a greeting.
“No problem. I’m afraid I won’t be awake enough to answer your questions until I have some coffee.” She continued walking through the room toward the clean kitchen. “Can I get you two anything? What about you, Patrick?”
Patrick followed her into the kitchen and kissed her cheek before answering. “I’m afraid I don’t have time. I’m going to be late for my meeting.”
She smiled up at him and nodded in understanding before he left.
Elizabeth and Rhys waited until she made a single cup of coffee and doctored it up. She took her first sip and closed her eyes as a moan slid from her lips. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
She grinned and kept the mug up to her lips. “My husband said you’re SID.” She glanced up at Rhys. “You’re not a cop. You work the bar at the Honey Pot.”
Elizabeth pulled her badge. “I am, and he’s with me.”
“Mmm.” She took another sip. “What can I help you with?”
“Are you aware you were reported missing?”
Jennifer stopped drinking and set her mug on the counter. “No.”
