Hudson disconnected the call.
Thank the dragon gods he and Connie had been working from home that day and not
one at his office in San DeLain.
Smoke trailed from his nostrils as he surged to his feet. If
that was Don trailing Beckett and Kit, the asshole had better pray to
whatever God he believed in for mercy because Hudson had none.
When he arrived at his garage, Sir Parker, Lady Audrey, Lord Nelson,
and Lord Mitchell from his Inner Circle were waiting, along with two dragons
from his court.
Hudson squeezed Connie shoulder briefly before addressing his
dragons and explaining what was going on.
“Are we sure it’s Don?” Audrey asked.
“No, unfortunately, but Beckett is positive they are being
followed, and he’s also reasonably sure it’s a white Chevy truck, which Don
does drive. Regardless, we take no chances.”
