with—someone I can talk to about anything who’s actually interested in what I have to say. I guess watching TV gives me a spoonful of that life I’m missing out on. I can’t afford to make friends in this line of work; I’m always on the move.”
“Have you considered working as a private investigator? I know a man who might be able to help, and it’s local work doing essentially the same thing.”
A gust of wind lifted her hair, and she tucked it behind her ear. “I’d need a reason to stay. Nadia’s my sister, but she’s got her own life, and I’m not a huge part of it. She’s not reason enough to throw my anchor off the ship. I like the idea of working as a PI, but it’s the kind of job that keeps you rooted in one place. I’m not sure where home is.”
Prince wanted to say more, but instead he stood up and tossed their wrappers into the trash. “We should go before it gets too late. Are you feeling well enough to do this today?”
Her eyes widened comically as she tried to rouse herself from a drug-induced state of mind. “My wolf is fed, I’ve got twenty-four ounces of sugar coursing through my veins… Yep. I should be fine.”
She turned, and Prince realized he was standing on her shoelace. Before she took a step, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. She fit in his arms perfectly, and his blood heated when she reached up and held on to his neck. Kat had lovely eyes, the kind of shifting color he could stare at for hours. They seemed to change color, and right now the sunlight had transformed them into the most indescribable shade of gold.
Her voice relaxed to a sultry sound that a man might hear in bed. “Nadia’s a lucky woman.”
“I’m going to kiss you,” he said, inviting no argument.
She said nothing, but her lips parted as if daring him to try. He licked his own, and when her gaze settled on his mouth, it sent a spike of need through him that awakened his wolf. A desire so intense that he pulled her in tighter to feel more of her soft body against his.
Prince leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. He moaned softly when he realized she tasted like honey, a sweet elixir on his tongue that made him grow hard with need. When he intensified the kiss, she grew limp in his arms and he drew back.
Kat’s eyes were closed—she’d passed out.
Chapter 7
“Wake up, Kat.”
A sharp voice cut through the darkness and pulled her awake. She was in the passenger seat of Prince’s Audi, seat reclined, parked in the woods, oak trees shading the windshield.
Disoriented from the time lapse, Kat took a deep breath and sat up straight. “Where are we?”
“I didn’t want to wake you since you were still under the influence of drugs. But it’s almost three in the afternoon, and we’re losing time. We need to find out if this is Vlad.”
“Give me a second to wake up. My leg’s asleep.” Kat lifted her right leg and put her foot on the dash. Her muscles were stiff, not exactly the condition she wanted to be in when going on a chase. She massaged her calf and yawned. “So suspect number two lives out here in the deep, dark woods? I don’t like this, Charming. Not one bit. There’s nowhere to corner him.”
“You said you followed him to Austin? If this is Vlad, then perhaps this is just a rental and he’s ill-prepared for an ambush.”
She put her foot down and studied their surroundings. “Uh-huh. But his plates are Texas, so I’m willing to bet this is home sweet home. If that’s the case, he probably has steel traps in the woods or a bunch of goons protecting his property. Why don’t we hang out by the main road and just tail him when he leaves? Slow and steady wins the race.”
Prince unbuckled his seat belt. “And where is the fun in that?”
She blinked as he got out of the car. “Great. I’m on a mission with John McClane.”
“Who?”
Oops. Kat hadn’t meant for him to hear that. Too many nights watching Die Hard
“Have you considered working as a private investigator? I know a man who might be able to help, and it’s local work doing essentially the same thing.”
A gust of wind lifted her hair, and she tucked it behind her ear. “I’d need a reason to stay. Nadia’s my sister, but she’s got her own life, and I’m not a huge part of it. She’s not reason enough to throw my anchor off the ship. I like the idea of working as a PI, but it’s the kind of job that keeps you rooted in one place. I’m not sure where home is.”
Prince wanted to say more, but instead he stood up and tossed their wrappers into the trash. “We should go before it gets too late. Are you feeling well enough to do this today?”
Her eyes widened comically as she tried to rouse herself from a drug-induced state of mind. “My wolf is fed, I’ve got twenty-four ounces of sugar coursing through my veins… Yep. I should be fine.”
She turned, and Prince realized he was standing on her shoelace. Before she took a step, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. She fit in his arms perfectly, and his blood heated when she reached up and held on to his neck. Kat had lovely eyes, the kind of shifting color he could stare at for hours. They seemed to change color, and right now the sunlight had transformed them into the most indescribable shade of gold.
Her voice relaxed to a sultry sound that a man might hear in bed. “Nadia’s a lucky woman.”
“I’m going to kiss you,” he said, inviting no argument.
She said nothing, but her lips parted as if daring him to try. He licked his own, and when her gaze settled on his mouth, it sent a spike of need through him that awakened his wolf. A desire so intense that he pulled her in tighter to feel more of her soft body against his.
Prince leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. He moaned softly when he realized she tasted like honey, a sweet elixir on his tongue that made him grow hard with need. When he intensified the kiss, she grew limp in his arms and he drew back.
Kat’s eyes were closed—she’d passed out.
Chapter 7
“Wake up, Kat.”
A sharp voice cut through the darkness and pulled her awake. She was in the passenger seat of Prince’s Audi, seat reclined, parked in the woods, oak trees shading the windshield.
Disoriented from the time lapse, Kat took a deep breath and sat up straight. “Where are we?”
“I didn’t want to wake you since you were still under the influence of drugs. But it’s almost three in the afternoon, and we’re losing time. We need to find out if this is Vlad.”
“Give me a second to wake up. My leg’s asleep.” Kat lifted her right leg and put her foot on the dash. Her muscles were stiff, not exactly the condition she wanted to be in when going on a chase. She massaged her calf and yawned. “So suspect number two lives out here in the deep, dark woods? I don’t like this, Charming. Not one bit. There’s nowhere to corner him.”
“You said you followed him to Austin? If this is Vlad, then perhaps this is just a rental and he’s ill-prepared for an ambush.”
She put her foot down and studied their surroundings. “Uh-huh. But his plates are Texas, so I’m willing to bet this is home sweet home. If that’s the case, he probably has steel traps in the woods or a bunch of goons protecting his property. Why don’t we hang out by the main road and just tail him when he leaves? Slow and steady wins the race.”
Prince unbuckled his seat belt. “And where is the fun in that?”
She blinked as he got out of the car. “Great. I’m on a mission with John McClane.”
“Who?”
Oops. Kat hadn’t meant for him to hear that. Too many nights watching Die Hard
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