The Runaway Cat (Book 2 Cloverleah Pack Series) by Lisa Oliver Page A
Authors: Lisa Oliver
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his bed Diablo blushed and was glad that Griff couldn’t see him.
Yeah well don’t make too much of a big deal about it. It’s a cat thing I think. We have got a lot of pride and don’t take kindly to being topped. We tend to fight hard to stop it happening.
So you’d fight me? Griff was chuckling now and he knew Diablo could tell.
Not a lot. I had already decided to give it up the morning I had to leave. Figured it might distract you from the whole claiming my mate while he was drunk in a BDSM club thing.
Sneaky kitty cat. It would have worked too. Especially if you had let me claim you too.
I want you to. Honestly I do.
Griff positively hummed through their connection. Then he remembered what they had been talking about that had lead to that honest spot of feelings. Diablo being in danger from his mark without back up. He was not going to let that happen, but Diablo didn’t need to know that. He looked across at the bedside clock. 2.33 am. He’d start making some calls first thing in the morning. Focusing back on his mate he could feel Diablo’s mind getting quiet. The man was probably exhausted.
Hey kitty cat are you feeling sleepy?
Mmmm yes, thanks to you I think I can actually get some sleep tonight. I haven’t slept properly since I was in your arms last week.
I’ll stay with you until I feel you drop off, is that okay?
Thanks Griff. Diablo’s mind was filled with a picture of Griff holding him in a huge bed somewhere quiet and peaceful. The room looked warm and comfortable. He imagined Griff’s arms around him, keeping him safe and finally he dropped off to sleep.
Back in his room Griff sighed long and hard as he felt Diablo fall asleep. He knew he shouldn’t interfere with Diablo’s case but there was no way he was going to let the man be at that party on Saturday without some form of back up. Decision made Griff feel a little easier and as he fell into a restless sleep his last thoughts were of his mate.
Chapter Six
Griff woke up with a clear mission in mind. He hadn’t wanted to interfere with Diablo’s case - lord knows the man was an adult but after what Diablo had shared the night before Griff knew he had to step in. After a quick wash and dressing he went through to his big kitchen and put the coffee maker on. Then he went through to his large walk in pantry and pulled some boxes out from under a shelf on the floor. Tapping a hidden button under the bottom shelf he stepped back as a panel in the floor opened up. Inside was a range of weapons, a couple of phones and a laptop. It was the last item he pulled out along with the power cord.
Fixing a large cup of black coffee, Griff sat at the kitchen table and got his laptop plugged in and booted up. Typing in an obscure web address he was pleased when the familiar FBI logo appeared onscreen along with a login screen. Typing in his username and password Griff searched the resulting screen for ongoing undercover operations in Baton Rouge. There was only one and that had to be Diablo’s. Griff double clicked on the file name and the details of the case were suddenly spread over the screen.
The first thing that attracted Griff’s attention was a classic FBI portrait of Diablo, or Special Agent Derrick Franklin. In the photo Diablo looked a lot younger with his blond hair cut short in a typical military buzz cut. While Griff loved his mate’s current long hair, he had to agree to himself that the man didn’t need long hair to look good. Without the hair the pictured man on the screen looked classically handsome with his strong face and deep, dark eyes. He was sporting a five o’clock shadow in the photo which was surprisingly dark but if anything it served to enhance Diablo’s look with its contrast. He looked positively wicked and Griff could feel his groin responding. Giving in to a moment of whimsy Griff right clicked on the photo and saved it to his hard
Yeah well don’t make too much of a big deal about it. It’s a cat thing I think. We have got a lot of pride and don’t take kindly to being topped. We tend to fight hard to stop it happening.
So you’d fight me? Griff was chuckling now and he knew Diablo could tell.
Not a lot. I had already decided to give it up the morning I had to leave. Figured it might distract you from the whole claiming my mate while he was drunk in a BDSM club thing.
Sneaky kitty cat. It would have worked too. Especially if you had let me claim you too.
I want you to. Honestly I do.
Griff positively hummed through their connection. Then he remembered what they had been talking about that had lead to that honest spot of feelings. Diablo being in danger from his mark without back up. He was not going to let that happen, but Diablo didn’t need to know that. He looked across at the bedside clock. 2.33 am. He’d start making some calls first thing in the morning. Focusing back on his mate he could feel Diablo’s mind getting quiet. The man was probably exhausted.
Hey kitty cat are you feeling sleepy?
Mmmm yes, thanks to you I think I can actually get some sleep tonight. I haven’t slept properly since I was in your arms last week.
I’ll stay with you until I feel you drop off, is that okay?
Thanks Griff. Diablo’s mind was filled with a picture of Griff holding him in a huge bed somewhere quiet and peaceful. The room looked warm and comfortable. He imagined Griff’s arms around him, keeping him safe and finally he dropped off to sleep.
Back in his room Griff sighed long and hard as he felt Diablo fall asleep. He knew he shouldn’t interfere with Diablo’s case but there was no way he was going to let the man be at that party on Saturday without some form of back up. Decision made Griff feel a little easier and as he fell into a restless sleep his last thoughts were of his mate.
Chapter Six
Griff woke up with a clear mission in mind. He hadn’t wanted to interfere with Diablo’s case - lord knows the man was an adult but after what Diablo had shared the night before Griff knew he had to step in. After a quick wash and dressing he went through to his big kitchen and put the coffee maker on. Then he went through to his large walk in pantry and pulled some boxes out from under a shelf on the floor. Tapping a hidden button under the bottom shelf he stepped back as a panel in the floor opened up. Inside was a range of weapons, a couple of phones and a laptop. It was the last item he pulled out along with the power cord.
Fixing a large cup of black coffee, Griff sat at the kitchen table and got his laptop plugged in and booted up. Typing in an obscure web address he was pleased when the familiar FBI logo appeared onscreen along with a login screen. Typing in his username and password Griff searched the resulting screen for ongoing undercover operations in Baton Rouge. There was only one and that had to be Diablo’s. Griff double clicked on the file name and the details of the case were suddenly spread over the screen.
The first thing that attracted Griff’s attention was a classic FBI portrait of Diablo, or Special Agent Derrick Franklin. In the photo Diablo looked a lot younger with his blond hair cut short in a typical military buzz cut. While Griff loved his mate’s current long hair, he had to agree to himself that the man didn’t need long hair to look good. Without the hair the pictured man on the screen looked classically handsome with his strong face and deep, dark eyes. He was sporting a five o’clock shadow in the photo which was surprisingly dark but if anything it served to enhance Diablo’s look with its contrast. He looked positively wicked and Griff could feel his groin responding. Giving in to a moment of whimsy Griff right clicked on the photo and saved it to his hard
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