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if I know. I’m not privy to what happens inside her wicked little brain.”
    Ella laughed. “Wicked? Annie?”
    Punk pointed a finger at Ella. “Don’t let her fool you. She’s sneaky. Remember, she was the one who talked you into trying out for Dirt Track Dogs in the first place. I’m telling you, she’s up to something.”
    “I’m sure it’s nefarious,” Drake muttered.
    “It’s always the angelic ones that will fool you though,” Beast added.
    Punk nodded, pointing a triangle tip at him. “He gets it.”
    Drake bent his head, kissing Ella’s jaw. “Well, whatever she’s up to, it brought me Ella so it can’t be that bad.”
    “Only time will tell,” Punk muttered.
    “Tell what?” The voice belonged to Annie and it had them all jerking to attention.
    “Nothing. Did you bring my stuff?” Punk asked.
    Annie beamed. “I did. And if I forgot anything just let me know and I’ll grab it on my way from Red Cap tonight.”
    “Yeah. Okay. Thanks.” Punk didn’t do a good job hiding the skepticism in her voice but Annie didn’t seem to notice. She ran forward and threw her arms around Punk.
    “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
    Beast saw the emotion in Punk’s expression. For all her tough talk, she loved her friends. Before the night was up, he was going to be counted in that number. And then… then he’d give her more, until she held his heart in the palm of her hand where it fucking belonged.
     

Chapter Five
    The room they gave Punk had plain khaki colored walls, black light-blocking curtains, and one badass painting of a wolf. It was just the face of the animal but whoever painted it had done such great detail that she could almost feel the emotion coming off it.
    Punk looked around and noticed a book shelf full of various reading materials with a heavy emphasis on car magazines. The bed was king sized and covered in a charcoal gray blanket that resembled fur, but was clearly not. The ten billion pillows made her drool. It was about as far from a hospital bed as it could be. If her leg wasn’t killing her, she’d run and jump on the thing.
    “Is this your room,” she asked Beast. He stood in the doorway, hovering after he set her suitcase on the bed.
    “Uh… sort of. I keep my things here but I’ve been staying in the trailer by the practice track. Things can get a little crazy in this house. It’s kind of the landing pad for everyone. But Diz moved back into the shop so it’s been less crowded around here. And with thunderstorm season upon us, I’ll probably stick around the house more. The trailer can get… tricky.”
    Punk narrowed her gaze on him. He fidgeted, seeming nervous.
    “I just assumed it was yours because of the picture.” She gestured to the wolf.
    “Oh. That.” He laughed. “Blister painted it. It hung in the living room but I couldn’t quit staring at it so I swiped it for in here. It’s nice isn’t it?”
    Punk had to agree. “He’s very talented.”
    She twisted on her crutches, to sit on the bed. Good thing she was tall, otherwise it would’ve been difficult for her to reach the top.
    “I’m going to let you settle in,” Beast said.
    There was an edge to his voice that made her head snap up. He was like a coil wound too tight, absorbing energy until it was forced to release. Like he wanted to spring forward and pounce on her. Even his eyes seemed hot with tension.
    Strangely… the idea didn’t bother her. Maybe because of the way he’d made her laugh. Or how he’d helped her adjust to this new situation by making her feel comfortable. Or maybe it was just him . The whole Beast package. The way he reminded her of an animal was soothing. Animals she could connect with, people were harder. Animals were protective, people often times weren’t.
    Beast looked at her like an animal would. Like he’d decided he belonged to her. The way her dog had when she’d found him on the side of the road.
    He broke eye contact. “If you need anything, I think you