OhGodohGodoh God .
Olivia skidded to a stop beside her car and shifted back to human, suffering through the pain in panicked silence. When she was human again, she grabbed her clothes off the backseat and dressed as fast as she could. Her heart thudded behind her ribs, less because of exertion from the mile or so she’d just run and more due to fear.
Leaving her shoes and socks on the back floorboard, she slammed the door shut and ran around to the driver’s side. She opened the door and retrieved her keys from beneath the seat, then got into the car and started it up.
Olivia pulled the door shut and put the car in gear, spitting sand and gravel beneath her rear tires as she pulled away from the side of the road.
She didn’t think he’d followed her, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
God. She’d just had sex with Rory Sullivan. The man she’d gone there to kill.
Talk about fucking things up.
But, as usual after transitioning from wolf to human, she’d been so aroused she probably would’ve humped thefirst man that came along. That it was Sully threw a huge kink in the works.
“Can you possibly make things any worse now, Liv?” She glanced in the rearview mirror and breathed a small sigh at the clear road behind her. Turning her gaze back to the roadway ahead, she concentrated on driving to the hotel. If O’Connell hadn’t come when he did, she could have taken advantage of Sully’s…relaxed state and tried for another kill.
But all her mind could focus on was how sated she felt and how hot the sex had been and what a great body he had and…
Not on how she could go about ending his life.
By the time she reached the hotel a few miles away she’d managed to work it around in her mind to the point that what she’d initially thought of as a mistake might very well be turned to her advantage.
He’d be curious. And still angry that she’d attacked him. She could use that as a way in.
She just needed to run into Sully again. She’d get up early in the morning, shower, use her citrus perfume, and park downwind of O’Connell’s. Then if they went anywhere, she could follow and let him find her.
Over dinner, Sully tried to ignore the way Declan kept eyeing him, but by the time Pelicia went to the kitchen to fetch dessert he’d had enough. “What?” He glared at the Irishman.
“You can blame me all you want for this”—Declan leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table, clasping his hands loosely—“but it won’t change what’s happened. And if I had to do it over again, I would.” His jaw tightened. “I’d do anything to keep Pel safe.”
Sully drew in a deep breath. Like him, Declan was a natural protector, and would let nothing stand in the way of keeping his woman safe. Sully understood that. Hell, he even appreciated the depth of Declan’s love for Pelicia. It didn’t mean, though, that he appreciated being the “nothing” that had stood between Pelicia and a werewolf.
But what was done was done. Declan was right about that. He needed to move on and deal with the changes occurring in his life.
Pelicia walked back in with a lemon meringue pie and a carafe. She set the carafe down, saying to Declan, “Would you pour the coffee, please?”
Declan did as he was asked. As she set the pie on the table, he leaned forward and swiped the tip of his finger through the meringue.
She swatted at his hand, the frown tugging at her mouth not matching the twinkle of good humor in her eyes. “I swear, you’re worse than a two-year-old.”
“Just don’t believe in waitin’ when I see a good thing.” He grinned and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, you need to wait. Sully’s our guest. He gets served first.”
“I thought he was family.” Declan lifted an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest. “See how you rate?”
“Higher than you, of course.” He ignored Declan’s scowl, which he knew was just for show, and accepted the small plate Pelicia handed
Olivia skidded to a stop beside her car and shifted back to human, suffering through the pain in panicked silence. When she was human again, she grabbed her clothes off the backseat and dressed as fast as she could. Her heart thudded behind her ribs, less because of exertion from the mile or so she’d just run and more due to fear.
Leaving her shoes and socks on the back floorboard, she slammed the door shut and ran around to the driver’s side. She opened the door and retrieved her keys from beneath the seat, then got into the car and started it up.
Olivia pulled the door shut and put the car in gear, spitting sand and gravel beneath her rear tires as she pulled away from the side of the road.
She didn’t think he’d followed her, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
God. She’d just had sex with Rory Sullivan. The man she’d gone there to kill.
Talk about fucking things up.
But, as usual after transitioning from wolf to human, she’d been so aroused she probably would’ve humped thefirst man that came along. That it was Sully threw a huge kink in the works.
“Can you possibly make things any worse now, Liv?” She glanced in the rearview mirror and breathed a small sigh at the clear road behind her. Turning her gaze back to the roadway ahead, she concentrated on driving to the hotel. If O’Connell hadn’t come when he did, she could have taken advantage of Sully’s…relaxed state and tried for another kill.
But all her mind could focus on was how sated she felt and how hot the sex had been and what a great body he had and…
Not on how she could go about ending his life.
By the time she reached the hotel a few miles away she’d managed to work it around in her mind to the point that what she’d initially thought of as a mistake might very well be turned to her advantage.
He’d be curious. And still angry that she’d attacked him. She could use that as a way in.
She just needed to run into Sully again. She’d get up early in the morning, shower, use her citrus perfume, and park downwind of O’Connell’s. Then if they went anywhere, she could follow and let him find her.
Over dinner, Sully tried to ignore the way Declan kept eyeing him, but by the time Pelicia went to the kitchen to fetch dessert he’d had enough. “What?” He glared at the Irishman.
“You can blame me all you want for this”—Declan leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table, clasping his hands loosely—“but it won’t change what’s happened. And if I had to do it over again, I would.” His jaw tightened. “I’d do anything to keep Pel safe.”
Sully drew in a deep breath. Like him, Declan was a natural protector, and would let nothing stand in the way of keeping his woman safe. Sully understood that. Hell, he even appreciated the depth of Declan’s love for Pelicia. It didn’t mean, though, that he appreciated being the “nothing” that had stood between Pelicia and a werewolf.
But what was done was done. Declan was right about that. He needed to move on and deal with the changes occurring in his life.
Pelicia walked back in with a lemon meringue pie and a carafe. She set the carafe down, saying to Declan, “Would you pour the coffee, please?”
Declan did as he was asked. As she set the pie on the table, he leaned forward and swiped the tip of his finger through the meringue.
She swatted at his hand, the frown tugging at her mouth not matching the twinkle of good humor in her eyes. “I swear, you’re worse than a two-year-old.”
“Just don’t believe in waitin’ when I see a good thing.” He grinned and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, you need to wait. Sully’s our guest. He gets served first.”
“I thought he was family.” Declan lifted an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest. “See how you rate?”
“Higher than you, of course.” He ignored Declan’s scowl, which he knew was just for show, and accepted the small plate Pelicia handed
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