The warm light from the open door pressed her back against the tree trunk.
Eddie kissed his wife and turned. The remote chirruped as he strode to his Alpha.
As he settled himself, she smelled the seat leather and his cologne, breathed in the peaty taste of old whisky on his breath.
The engine turned over first go.
That’s the last time that bastard will fire up, Petra thought, her face flaming in the explosion’s glare.