Foxy on the Run: Book One, Supernatural Bounty Hunters Novellas Read Online Free

adjusted the sunglasses self-consciously. She didn’t really think they would hide her identity, but thankfully people rarely noticed her. As a chubby girl she tended to blend into the background. Usually that pissed her off, today she was thanking god.
    What c ould her new name be? She had her chance to choose something a bit more becoming. Angelina? Halle? Megyn? She sighed as her fox growled in disapproval. She would always be a Carly at heart .

Chapter Three
    Jackson went through the bedroom draws one by one. Socks, cosmetics, lotions, t-shirts, underwear.... He slowed down and moved more slowly through that draw. Carlotta Columbo owned a lot of underwear, and most of it was small, wispy and revealing. He picked up a turquoise thong. He smiled imagining the color clashing with the soft curls of her....
    Damn it! He was actually pawing through her underwear draw and getting a hard on! Fucking perv . His thoughts turned angry. Why would she have this kind of underwear? Who had she been wearing it for before he came into her life? Whoa stop right there. He had to rein in his wolf. There was no question of him being in her life. He would catch her, take her to the cops and pick up his pay check. That would be it.
    Although .... He picked up a very small lacy black thong and smiled. Perhaps he could get her to wear this for him when he caught up with her. No reason why they couldn’t have a little fun together before she went back to jail. His wolf huffed and snarled at him. Damn beast .
    First thing he’d done after leaving the bail bond office was come to Carlotta Columbo’s apartment to have a root around. Not strictly legal, but he could have sworn he heard screaming inside when he jimmied her window open. At least that was what he would tell the cops .
    He’d been a little jarred at finding her place in such a mess and the faint scents of some humans, a jaguar and an elephant shifter. For all he knew they could just be scents from her friends though . It looked like she’d been burgled but her TV and laptop were still there and he’d actually found some cash just lying on her kitchen table. Sure it was only twenty bucks but if someone went to the trouble of breaking in wouldn’t they take everything they could get?
    Jackson considered that maybe she had made the mess herself. More than once in a fit of rage he had torn apart his own furniture. He hadn’t enjoyed the clean up afterwards but it sure had been enjoyable at the time. He hadn’t interacted with foxes very much. They were generally quite a gentle species who were easily offended by brusque, aggressive wolves. But maybe even they had anger issues.
    S earching her apartment hadn’t been overly helpful . But then so far he’d spent most of his time pawing through her underwear. He was exceptionally pleased to see only her clothes in her closet and only her toothbrush in the bathroom. No live in boyfriend .
    He looked round hoping to find some sort of diary or address book. Nothing, she probably just used her phone for that. As a last resort he would get Mia to track her phone. Mia was a bit of a whiz with computers. That is if Carlotta hadn’t turned it off, if she really was on the lam and if she had any sense she wouldn’t be trying to use it.
    Although he was pleased to note that very little appeared to be missing. She hadn’t left the apartment that morning intending to run away. If she had planned to run she probably would have packed a suitcase. Maybe she just forgot about her court date, although you’d have to be pretty damn absent minded to forget about your hearing for murder.
    He sniffed at her perfume and lotions. His wolf barking in satisfaction . He had been wagging his tail the moment they set foot in the apartment. A sweet lavender like aroma pervaded the air, which was undoubtedly her lingering scent. His arousal had risen terrifically on being there.
    He pawed through her belongings, choosing which item s he should take. If it came