Chapter 45
Addresses didn't mean much in this part of Texas, but Mark had given Chloe what passed for one to his house and she programmed it into her GPS. Despite the absence of street signs and lights, she found her way to the small house that Mark owned. Set in a thick grove of trees, it was little more than an adobe bungalow with a porch running across the front and a wide carport to the side. Of course, she mused, how much space did a single man need? And if he was wolf indeed, he was situated in the perfect place to shift and run without spying eyes or interference. Much as she had chosen the place she was renting.