why the hell their superiors hadn’t noticed this. No doubt Stephanie was aware of it, which further explained her attempt to help Kelso.
Not wanting to get the brothers fired for Stephanie’s sake, he’d used his connections with a couple of colleagues in internal affairs, who expedited the Dubois’ transfer to the human bounty hunt division, along with a severe warning.
Dex squeezed lemon juice onto the lightly fried piece of liver, added a generous heap of kidney bean salad to the plate, and walked to the table where Stephanie sat, ignoring the stubborn frown on her lovely face.
“I’m not an invalid. I can feed myself,” she grumbled.
“You recently gave 450 ml of your blood and the doctor’s instructions were specific. Rest for the next three hours, lots of water and iron. Liver and beans contain plenty of iron.” He lowered the plate in front of her.
Her large brown eyes looked up in challenge. “Are you going to watch me eat?”
“No, I’m going to catch a game on TV. Enjoy.”
After the blood transfusion, he wanted to make sure Stephanie was well and insisted on taking her home despite her protests. He was planning on staying the night, too, to ensure that she drank plenty of liquids and didn’t run off to the gym. It was the least he could do. There was one more transfusion scheduled two and half months from today. She was saving his brother’s life.
His heart wrenched again. He longed to pull her into his arms and thank her, but her body language warned him against it. He ached to make love to her for hours because they were a perfect match on so many levels. His instincts were keen enough to recognize this. Physically, their attraction was magnetic, potent. Furthermore, he knew how to satisfy her special urges…and he wanted to fill that lonely part of her soul.
He wasn’t giving up. He’d use a delicate strategy to break through her wall, which she’d erected partly because she feared the attraction that sizzled between them. Her body’s response to him on this very sofa had been natural, hungry. Dex was willing to bet his life’s savings that she avoided intimate relations with vampires because of her family. It was a damn shame, depriving herself that way, but the thought of her being with any other man, human or not, chafed his insides like sandpaper.
He tuned into the sports channel in order to forget that Stephanie was on the other side of the wall. It would be a challenge to get through the evening and the whole night without touching her. Today, she needed rest. After that…
“So, when do you plan on leaving?”
Her question was almost toneless, yet it plucked at his nerve endings. Dex watched her come into the living room with a glass of water in her hand, her slim jeans and snug t-shirt emphasizing her feminine shape. Heat tightened in his cock. She stood a few feet from him, the question hanging between them.
His answer wasn’t going to go over well. Dex cleared his throat. “I think it’s best that I stay the night to make sure you’re well—I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Her body tensed as her eyes shot a few daggers at him. “I disagree. I feel perfectly fine.”
He considered various angles of approach before replying. “Stephanie, you saved my brother’s life. Ray and I are indebted to you forever and my being here is the very least I can do.”
Surprise flickered in her brown eyes. “I don’t see it that way. I chose to do the transfusions because I want to give Ray a chance to live.” Her gaze held his. “I only asked one thing of you.” The censure was back in her voice.
“No one can trace the pictures to you. I took care of that before the transfusion.”
She gave him a measured look. “ You traced them to me.”
“Look, it’s not an issue. No one will ever bother you about it.” His tone was absolute and brooked no further questioning.
She inclined her head. “I see. Well, thank you, I suppose.”
“Stephanie, what I said before about
Not wanting to get the brothers fired for Stephanie’s sake, he’d used his connections with a couple of colleagues in internal affairs, who expedited the Dubois’ transfer to the human bounty hunt division, along with a severe warning.
Dex squeezed lemon juice onto the lightly fried piece of liver, added a generous heap of kidney bean salad to the plate, and walked to the table where Stephanie sat, ignoring the stubborn frown on her lovely face.
“I’m not an invalid. I can feed myself,” she grumbled.
“You recently gave 450 ml of your blood and the doctor’s instructions were specific. Rest for the next three hours, lots of water and iron. Liver and beans contain plenty of iron.” He lowered the plate in front of her.
Her large brown eyes looked up in challenge. “Are you going to watch me eat?”
“No, I’m going to catch a game on TV. Enjoy.”
After the blood transfusion, he wanted to make sure Stephanie was well and insisted on taking her home despite her protests. He was planning on staying the night, too, to ensure that she drank plenty of liquids and didn’t run off to the gym. It was the least he could do. There was one more transfusion scheduled two and half months from today. She was saving his brother’s life.
His heart wrenched again. He longed to pull her into his arms and thank her, but her body language warned him against it. He ached to make love to her for hours because they were a perfect match on so many levels. His instincts were keen enough to recognize this. Physically, their attraction was magnetic, potent. Furthermore, he knew how to satisfy her special urges…and he wanted to fill that lonely part of her soul.
He wasn’t giving up. He’d use a delicate strategy to break through her wall, which she’d erected partly because she feared the attraction that sizzled between them. Her body’s response to him on this very sofa had been natural, hungry. Dex was willing to bet his life’s savings that she avoided intimate relations with vampires because of her family. It was a damn shame, depriving herself that way, but the thought of her being with any other man, human or not, chafed his insides like sandpaper.
He tuned into the sports channel in order to forget that Stephanie was on the other side of the wall. It would be a challenge to get through the evening and the whole night without touching her. Today, she needed rest. After that…
“So, when do you plan on leaving?”
Her question was almost toneless, yet it plucked at his nerve endings. Dex watched her come into the living room with a glass of water in her hand, her slim jeans and snug t-shirt emphasizing her feminine shape. Heat tightened in his cock. She stood a few feet from him, the question hanging between them.
His answer wasn’t going to go over well. Dex cleared his throat. “I think it’s best that I stay the night to make sure you’re well—I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
Her body tensed as her eyes shot a few daggers at him. “I disagree. I feel perfectly fine.”
He considered various angles of approach before replying. “Stephanie, you saved my brother’s life. Ray and I are indebted to you forever and my being here is the very least I can do.”
Surprise flickered in her brown eyes. “I don’t see it that way. I chose to do the transfusions because I want to give Ray a chance to live.” Her gaze held his. “I only asked one thing of you.” The censure was back in her voice.
“No one can trace the pictures to you. I took care of that before the transfusion.”
She gave him a measured look. “ You traced them to me.”
“Look, it’s not an issue. No one will ever bother you about it.” His tone was absolute and brooked no further questioning.
She inclined her head. “I see. Well, thank you, I suppose.”
“Stephanie, what I said before about
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