fingers flying across the keyboard. The encryption software was sophisticated, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before.
Twenty minutes later he returned with two plates of lasagna. “Lunch is served. Take a break and eat.”
Because she wanted to get back to her search, she ate quickly. Mac waved her fork. “This is really good.”
“Only the best for you.”
She wanted to think about the meaning behind all of his compliments, but she had other things on her mind. When they both finished, he cleared the table and returned with a beer in his hand.
“Anything yet?” He slipped next to her.
“You’ve only been gone a few minutes.” He leaned over to look at the screen. She chuckled. “You don’t have to keep watch, you know. If I find anything, I promise to tell you.”
Sam tilted back his drink. “I want to be here when you open that file.”
“You don’t even know it’s here.”
He grinned. “Oh, it’ll be there. You just need to find it.”
So now she was a magician? Even though Sam’s presence distracted her, she kept the image of Cheryl firmly in her mind. By the time she’d gone through a few glasses of iced tea, she found the key to the encryption.
“Yes!” She clicked open the file.
Sam scooted closer. His shoulder touched hers, and her body reheated. Mac debated asking him to give her some breathing room, but the words wouldn’t form. The same spell she’d shared with Brandon was happening between her and Sam.
He leaned closer and read what was on the screen. “Carl Hampton, Roger Medlock, Charles Nesmith, William Daniels. The list goes on. Holy fuck, I think you hit payday, woman.” Each had a dollar amount, between thirteen and thirty thousand dollars, after their name.
She scrolled to the end. “If this is a list of the men who’d purchased the women, where are the women’s names? How can we tell who bought Cheryl?” The euphoria that had claimed her a moment ago was replaced with depression.
“One by one, baby. We’ll check every fucking name until we find her.” He pushed back his chair, stood, and held out his arms. “I say this calls for a celebration.”
Mac wasn’t sure what came over her. Was it the incredible animal attraction to Sam or the fact she might have helped find Cheryl that made her throw herself in his arms? His deep woodsy scent mixed with fresh linen had her snuggling deeper against his chest. Without a doubt, this was where she belonged. With Brandon. With Sam. Mac should be shocked that she had this deep stirring with both men, but her werewolf genes were making it hard to resist either one.
Sam hugged her tighter, causing her senses to shoot to high alert. She looked up at his deep-set eyes—eyes that were filled with a combination of sympathy, excitement, and lust. The swirling golds and browns haunted her in their intensity, as did the faint lines that fanned out from the corners. She had no doubt she was with a man who’d suffered too early in his life. Mesmerized by the depths of his pain, she forced herself to lower her gaze to his full lips. Big mistake. They were even more alluring.
His mouth parted. “I think we should see if the bond between us is as strong as Brandon claims.”
Her belly clenched at the thought. “I agree.”
She didn’t believe for one second that he wasn’t under the same erotic tug that she was. Mac had never slept with a man one day and a different one the next, but with these two, her thoughts had been scattered, different, and way too erotic. Knowing they were fated for each other made it easier for her to give into her prurient urges.
Only this time, she wouldn’t stand like Brandon had asked her to do while he ravished her body. Her need had grown since yesterday. “Okay, but we do it my way.”
Sam laughed, and the sound rumbled inside her. “Or what? You’ll walk away? I’d like to see you try. Brandon was right. You are a vixen. For that, I should tie you up, spank you for your
Twenty minutes later he returned with two plates of lasagna. “Lunch is served. Take a break and eat.”
Because she wanted to get back to her search, she ate quickly. Mac waved her fork. “This is really good.”
“Only the best for you.”
She wanted to think about the meaning behind all of his compliments, but she had other things on her mind. When they both finished, he cleared the table and returned with a beer in his hand.
“Anything yet?” He slipped next to her.
“You’ve only been gone a few minutes.” He leaned over to look at the screen. She chuckled. “You don’t have to keep watch, you know. If I find anything, I promise to tell you.”
Sam tilted back his drink. “I want to be here when you open that file.”
“You don’t even know it’s here.”
He grinned. “Oh, it’ll be there. You just need to find it.”
So now she was a magician? Even though Sam’s presence distracted her, she kept the image of Cheryl firmly in her mind. By the time she’d gone through a few glasses of iced tea, she found the key to the encryption.
“Yes!” She clicked open the file.
Sam scooted closer. His shoulder touched hers, and her body reheated. Mac debated asking him to give her some breathing room, but the words wouldn’t form. The same spell she’d shared with Brandon was happening between her and Sam.
He leaned closer and read what was on the screen. “Carl Hampton, Roger Medlock, Charles Nesmith, William Daniels. The list goes on. Holy fuck, I think you hit payday, woman.” Each had a dollar amount, between thirteen and thirty thousand dollars, after their name.
She scrolled to the end. “If this is a list of the men who’d purchased the women, where are the women’s names? How can we tell who bought Cheryl?” The euphoria that had claimed her a moment ago was replaced with depression.
“One by one, baby. We’ll check every fucking name until we find her.” He pushed back his chair, stood, and held out his arms. “I say this calls for a celebration.”
Mac wasn’t sure what came over her. Was it the incredible animal attraction to Sam or the fact she might have helped find Cheryl that made her throw herself in his arms? His deep woodsy scent mixed with fresh linen had her snuggling deeper against his chest. Without a doubt, this was where she belonged. With Brandon. With Sam. Mac should be shocked that she had this deep stirring with both men, but her werewolf genes were making it hard to resist either one.
Sam hugged her tighter, causing her senses to shoot to high alert. She looked up at his deep-set eyes—eyes that were filled with a combination of sympathy, excitement, and lust. The swirling golds and browns haunted her in their intensity, as did the faint lines that fanned out from the corners. She had no doubt she was with a man who’d suffered too early in his life. Mesmerized by the depths of his pain, she forced herself to lower her gaze to his full lips. Big mistake. They were even more alluring.
His mouth parted. “I think we should see if the bond between us is as strong as Brandon claims.”
Her belly clenched at the thought. “I agree.”
She didn’t believe for one second that he wasn’t under the same erotic tug that she was. Mac had never slept with a man one day and a different one the next, but with these two, her thoughts had been scattered, different, and way too erotic. Knowing they were fated for each other made it easier for her to give into her prurient urges.
Only this time, she wouldn’t stand like Brandon had asked her to do while he ravished her body. Her need had grown since yesterday. “Okay, but we do it my way.”
Sam laughed, and the sound rumbled inside her. “Or what? You’ll walk away? I’d like to see you try. Brandon was right. You are a vixen. For that, I should tie you up, spank you for your
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