The space inside of the car is quiet, save for the rhythmic tapping of long fingers against the leather of the steering wheel and the noise of the bustling street outside. Beau stares at Zander's finger tips, his neat eyebrow twitching in annoyance.
Just how long have they been parked in the same spot? Too long, he thinks.
The windows are blacked out, preventing anyone from identifying the two figures inside. And he suspects that if anyone knew they were in there, someone would have called the police on them.
He glances at the time on the dashboard and sighs. Forty five minutes. They've been in the car, waiting, for nearly an hour. Beau leans forward to flick the radio on but Zander smacks his hand away. The alpha glares at his friend, pulling his hand to his chest. Apparently not even music is allowed, which is totally unfair.
