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some road construction.” A sign announced Bumps ahead.
    She’d barely clicked the belt in place when they hit the first bump—or rather a plunge the size of a continental shelf. Pavement dropped away to be replaced by road bed a couple inches below. With the low-slung car’s hard suspension, she felt it like a direct hit to her skeleton.
    Worse, Dr. Light had to ease off the accelerator. “Sorry.”
    “I’m fine. You can speed up.” Emma twisted to check their six, her hair whipping in her face, drug-sodden hunks slapping her skin. “Really. Speed up, or Bruiser will catch us.”
    “This is one of the fastest street-legal cars in the world. Nothing can catch us.” His jaw worked. “On a track or good road. Here, I’m not so sure.”
    Nail-biting minutes later they made it through the construction zone and hit smooth pavement. Emma released fists she hadn’t known she’d made.
    The roar of a truck startled her.
    Bruiser’s monster truck clawed out of a field ahead to their left.
    “Cream of Crap!” Dr. Light stomped the brake. Her belt caught her and slammed her so hard her breath whooshed from her lungs, and none came to replace it.
    Bruiser popped onto the road directly ahead of them. If Dr. Light had had a normal car instead of this thing that stopped like a cartoon, the truck would’ve T-boned them.
    “Hold on.” Mouth a thin line, he didn’t put the car in gear so much as jet them around the truck, directly into oncoming traffic.
    An SUV barreling toward them blared its horn.
    Emma’s breath returned in a sucked rush of cold fear—Dr. Light cut back in so late she felt the wind buffet them as the angry SUV passed.
    “Nice driving.” Her voice shook slightly.
    He flashed her a half-grin. “Thanks.”
    Her insides warmed, her tension eased. Deadly danger, yes. Almost harem bitch for a slime-ball alpha, with that possibly yet on the menu, sure. But Gabriel Light’s grin still had the ability to make her melt.
    She smiled back.
    His grin widened, his eyes twinkling at her through his glasses so long he was in danger of running off the road. She pointed front, stammered, “W-watch!”
    The grin became more of a smirk, but his gaze returned to the windshield.
    She scanned the rapidly passing scenery. “Aren’t you worried Bruiser will try that again? That he’ll catch us?”
    He shook his head. “We’re on straight road now, no construction. He must’ve cut the hypotenuse to catch us. Now there’s only one shortest route, we’re on it, and we have the faster car. He can’t overtake us. It’s simple math.”
    “Ooh. I like it when you talk dirty to me.” She popped a hand over her mouth. She’d meant it in fun, joking that math was sexy. But in a way, for techs, it kinda was. He might think she meant it for real.
    Her wolf gave a little yip, apparently hoping he did think she meant it for real—and hoping he took her up on the offer implied.
    At the thought of him taking her up on it, her thighs tingled and her sex hummed in pleasure, making her squirm in her seat.
    “You think that’s sexy?” He wagged his dark brows. “Wait till you see my calculus integrals, hubba hubba.”
    Teasing her in return. She laughed in relief. Just two colleagues, joshing, humor to release tensions from a dangerous escape.
    Minutes later, he squealed around the corner onto Maritime Drive. She frowned. “Is this the route to the ferry?”
    His smile disappeared. “Trust me when I say I must make this boat. I’ll leave you the car to get away…crap. Scratch that. We’ll have to handle any arrangements by phone.”
    “We…?” The ferry had come into view, a huge ship dozens of car-lengths long. Its boarding ramps were already gone.
    “Yes,” he said. “I knew timing would be tight, but I’d hoped… Sorry.”
    “Sorry for what?” The ship’s engines were revving as it slowly pulled away from the dock. The ferry’s back end was gated with what looked like a tin-man’s hinged jaw—a closed