He’s surprised that his command is all it takes to encourage her past the halt she had felt, pushing her on to start the ignition and head out of the hangar.
The vehicle purred then grumbled as it’s engine awoke from its slumber as did Kayla, it seemed. His command hummed through her veins, he could scent it.
It was as if he blew new life into her. Again she had gone back to introducing her work to him as they hit the strip, but this time she stopped.
“Frank was able to get this off of my headphones,” she says, flicking on the sound system that most clearly had been reworked within the body. The base in the car is so loud it rumbles through the seats. He knows deep down that she needs this. To be loud out in the night, free, with her Alpha, the only one she trusts besides herself to
