shut she held Joe tight as she focused all her energies on seeing with her third eye.
Nothing .
Terror seized her. Icy fingers gripped at her heart as she realized she’d just given up everything. Given up her life, her past, her future, everything, for a few brief moments of pleasure with a man she barely knew.
And then she woke up. Alone.
CHAPTER 4
J oe stretched and squinted his eyes against the sun streaming in through the uncovered windows. The curtains must have been burned along with the rest of the stuff.
Whatever was in that incense had knocked him out cold. Or maybe he was just so dog tired he’d really needed a good night’s rest. Whichever, it was the first decent night of sleep he’d had in a long time. No nightmares either, which was a freakin’ miracle.
He rolled out of bed and wandered into the hallway in search of the bathroom.
“Ahh!” The shriek made him jump.
“Morning, Susana.”
She gave him a quick look of horror and scuttled away.
“Morning,” she whispered harshly from the living room.
He glanced down at his underwear. He was fully covered, nothing untoward going on. He shrugged and pushed into the bathroom.
Ouch. A glimpse in the mirror was not a pretty sight. Time to break out the razor. But it wasn’t like he’d suddenly grown horns—what had gotten her all rattled?
He showered, shaved, dressed in clean clothes and was feeling almost completely human by the time he ventured into the kitchen in search of Susana.
He’d heard pans clattering and the rousing aroma of bacon filled the air. A smile started to creep across his face in anticipation of seeing her, and he wiped it away. Didn’t want to look like a wolf entering a sheep pen this early in the morning.
“Something smells good.”
“Just bacon and eggs. Would you like toast with it?”
“Love some. Can I help?”
She shook her head in response and indicated for him to sit at the tiny table pushed into the corner of the small kitchen. He eased himself down into the tight space and propped his elbows on the table.
He seized the opportunity to get a good look at Susana. Again she wore a long, full skirt, dark, with a pattern of tiny flowers. On top, a black blouse tucked in to reveal her slender waist. Her thick, shiny hair hid her face from him as she bent over the task of scrambling the eggs.
Did she know concealment did far more to inflame his imagination than if she’d put everything on display? A tantalizing flash of slim ankle and her narrow bare feet were all he could see of what could only be long, shapely legs.
She had a nice curve to her hip, too. Hourglass.
Down boy .
He shifted in his chair as his blood heated before the sun had even had a chance to steam up the apartment.
“Would you like tea? I’m afraid I don’t have coffee.”
“No thanks.” He wasn’t taking any more chances with her teas. “Milk would be great if you have it. Otherwise water’s fine.”
Her skirt flew out behind her as she darted to the fridge and retrieved the milk. She seemed all on edge this morning, her movements quick and jerky. He still hadn’t gotten a good look at her face yet.
But there was no way she could keep it hidden as she turned to him with a full glass of milk. She carried it carefully, eyes focused on the white liquid as she set the glass down on the table.
Their eyes met for an instant as she looked up, black gaze wide and startled. She blinked and wheeled away, silent feet hurrying back to the stove.
Joe shrugged and stretched. Women. No telling what she was all wound up about. Probably had nothing to do with him anyway.
“Thanks for letting me sleep over. Best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
“You’re welcome.” Her voice emerged as a throaty whisper, and she cleared her throat as she turned to him with a steaming plate of eggs, bacon and toast.
“Damn, that looks good!”
A quick smile flashed across her face at his compliment. She set the plate
Nothing .
Terror seized her. Icy fingers gripped at her heart as she realized she’d just given up everything. Given up her life, her past, her future, everything, for a few brief moments of pleasure with a man she barely knew.
And then she woke up. Alone.
CHAPTER 4
J oe stretched and squinted his eyes against the sun streaming in through the uncovered windows. The curtains must have been burned along with the rest of the stuff.
Whatever was in that incense had knocked him out cold. Or maybe he was just so dog tired he’d really needed a good night’s rest. Whichever, it was the first decent night of sleep he’d had in a long time. No nightmares either, which was a freakin’ miracle.
He rolled out of bed and wandered into the hallway in search of the bathroom.
“Ahh!” The shriek made him jump.
“Morning, Susana.”
She gave him a quick look of horror and scuttled away.
“Morning,” she whispered harshly from the living room.
He glanced down at his underwear. He was fully covered, nothing untoward going on. He shrugged and pushed into the bathroom.
Ouch. A glimpse in the mirror was not a pretty sight. Time to break out the razor. But it wasn’t like he’d suddenly grown horns—what had gotten her all rattled?
He showered, shaved, dressed in clean clothes and was feeling almost completely human by the time he ventured into the kitchen in search of Susana.
He’d heard pans clattering and the rousing aroma of bacon filled the air. A smile started to creep across his face in anticipation of seeing her, and he wiped it away. Didn’t want to look like a wolf entering a sheep pen this early in the morning.
“Something smells good.”
“Just bacon and eggs. Would you like toast with it?”
“Love some. Can I help?”
She shook her head in response and indicated for him to sit at the tiny table pushed into the corner of the small kitchen. He eased himself down into the tight space and propped his elbows on the table.
He seized the opportunity to get a good look at Susana. Again she wore a long, full skirt, dark, with a pattern of tiny flowers. On top, a black blouse tucked in to reveal her slender waist. Her thick, shiny hair hid her face from him as she bent over the task of scrambling the eggs.
Did she know concealment did far more to inflame his imagination than if she’d put everything on display? A tantalizing flash of slim ankle and her narrow bare feet were all he could see of what could only be long, shapely legs.
She had a nice curve to her hip, too. Hourglass.
Down boy .
He shifted in his chair as his blood heated before the sun had even had a chance to steam up the apartment.
“Would you like tea? I’m afraid I don’t have coffee.”
“No thanks.” He wasn’t taking any more chances with her teas. “Milk would be great if you have it. Otherwise water’s fine.”
Her skirt flew out behind her as she darted to the fridge and retrieved the milk. She seemed all on edge this morning, her movements quick and jerky. He still hadn’t gotten a good look at her face yet.
But there was no way she could keep it hidden as she turned to him with a full glass of milk. She carried it carefully, eyes focused on the white liquid as she set the glass down on the table.
Their eyes met for an instant as she looked up, black gaze wide and startled. She blinked and wheeled away, silent feet hurrying back to the stove.
Joe shrugged and stretched. Women. No telling what she was all wound up about. Probably had nothing to do with him anyway.
“Thanks for letting me sleep over. Best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
“You’re welcome.” Her voice emerged as a throaty whisper, and she cleared her throat as she turned to him with a steaming plate of eggs, bacon and toast.
“Damn, that looks good!”
A quick smile flashed across her face at his compliment. She set the plate
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