Jaguars' Reward [Impulse 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page B

control. He picked up the phone and checked in with Giron.
    “Everything’s quiet as the grave, boss,” Giron said. “Nothing suspicious to report.”
    “Any mumblings about an attack?”
    “No, that’s what’s so odd. Perhaps the girl’s arrival was an accident after all.”
    Like hell it was! “Anyone reported someone missing overboard?”
    “Well, no.”
    “There you are then. You get off and have some rest. The day shift know what to do.”
    “Okay, but call me if you need me.”
    “You know I will.”
    Zayd had prepared their breakfast by the time Vadim was satisfied with security arrangements. They ate quickly, mostly in silence.
    “I guess I’ll run across to Feline Fashions and pick up a few things for our houseguest to wear,” Zayd said when they’d finished.
    “Good idea.”
    Zayd stood, leaned over Vadim’s shoulders, and kissed him long and deep.
    “I know how hard it was for you not to fuck her awake this morning,” he said when he broke the kiss. “I felt it, too. That gorgeous body sandwiched between us, just like we’ve always imagined it would be when we met our mate. Shit, it was hard.”
    “Not as hard as I was,” Vadim said, shaking his head. “Damn it, it’s so fucking unfair!”
    “I hear you, lover. I hear you. But we’ll get through this—somehow.”
    Vadim breathed deeply. “Yeah, what choice do we have? You go and get her some clothes. I’ll check in with Kane, see if he found anything about that boat Odyssey .”
    Kane and Tyrone were the colony’s alpha leopards and knew just about everything there was to know about the ways of the Internet. Their skills extended to hacking without leaving a trace. If there was anything about Odyssey to interest Vadim, Kane would have found it by now.
    “How’s Talia?” Kane asked when he answered Vadim’s phone call. They could have pheromoned, but that took mental energy if the sender and receiver weren’t in the same room—energy that Vadim preferred to conserve.
    “Sleeping.”
    Kane chuckled. “Not all alone, I hope.”
    “She’s got shifter blood.”
    “Shit!”
    “Yeah. So, did you find anything about Odyssey ?”
    “The boat’s owned by a guy called Edward Finch. Mean anything to you?”
    “Not a thing. Was that the name of the guy who took the mooring in Clearwater?”
    “Yep. I hacked into their database and found all they had on record about him. Fortunately they take photo ID and I’ll e-mail you the guy’s picture right after this call. I also hacked into the Department of Highway Safety. That’s where all Florida-owned boats have to be registered. Finch is listed as the boat’s owner there, as well.”
    “Does he have an address?”
    “Yeah, but it turns out to be a box in Bradenton.”
    “Which makes me suspicious.”
    “Me, too.”
    “So basically, we’re no further forward.” Vadim put Kane on speakerphone, went down on all fours, and arched his back and indulged in a slow, lazy feline stretch. “Unless I, or Talia, recognize the guy’s picture, we’re screwed.”
    “Oh ye of little faith.” Kane chuckled. “The mooring fees are paid quarterly and—”
    “And you’re running the account details down.” Vadim’s mood brightened. “I never should have doubted you, oh great one. Let me know what you find out.”
    “Will do.”
    “Did you find anything on Talia Regan?”
    “Not a thing.”
    Vadim rolled his eyes. “Life couldn’t be that fucking simple.”
    “If you unblock her and get any more names for her, let me know. Talia might just be the name she’s been programmed to give you.”
    “If we unblock her, she can tell us that herself.”
    “If she’s being honest with you. Be careful, Vadim. Try and think with the brain that’s situated above your waist.”
    “Fuck you, brother.”
    Kane tutted down at the phone. “Zayd wouldn’t like that.”
    Vadim was chuckling as he disconnected.
    “What wouldn’t I like?” Zayd asked, bounding back into the room with a