night, which was why his body
usually woke him and told him it was time for a run. But he didn’t want to take
a chance of leaving them where they could be found and having to walk back to
the motel room buck naked. That would definitely be hard to explain.
Harder to explain was the giant black wolf he’d glimpsed
again tonight. Tonight in his room he’d used his laptop to do an internet
search for black wolves in Maine, but he couldn’t find a mention of them
anywhere. Besides, the scent he’d caught had a different tinge to it than pure
wolf.
The thought that there could be another shifter around here
puzzled him. Usually his internal radar was very good at sensing that but he hadn’t
gotten any signals. Was it related in any way to the Chupacabra? Farfetched but
not impossible. But if not that then who or what could it be? And why here?
Tomorrow night he’d wait for the wolf to appear again and track it to its lair.
It was time for some answers.
Chapter Six
Morning came much too early as far as Sophia was concerned.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t survived many times on very little sleep. But usually
it was because she was out chasing clues or criminals. By the time she fell
into bed she usually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep and woke at least mildly
refreshed. But last night had been a whole lot different. She’d been drained
all right, from the most exhausting sex she’d ever had in her life. Whatever
energy might have been left in her body was completely wiped away by Clint and
his educated tongue and fingers and that last shattering orgasm.
And when she had fallen asleep her dreams had been
anything but restful. Instead they’d been filled with images of Clint Beaudine
and herself in every kind of erotic scene imaginable. Standing beneath the
shower spray, she willed the hot water to pound energy into her sore and aching
muscles and rinse the haze from her brain.
While she dried herself and brushed her teeth she replayed
over and over in her mind that short snippet of conversation where he’d hinted
at something she might not like. Or understand. Or both. He swore he wasn’t
married or involved, that he wasn’t looking for meaningless sex, and he didn’t
look as if he had a fatal disease. Maybe after they quit for the day she could
beg an hour for herself and pay a visit to Frenchy. See if she could tease some
information out of him.
A heavy pounding on the door shook her out of her
daydreaming.
“Hey, Soph,” Logan called. “You decent? Can I come in?”
Sophia hastily wrapped a big towel around herself and pulled
the door open just the length of the security chain. “Not yet. Give me five and
I will be.”
He grinned at her through the narrow opening and held up two
Styrofoam cups with lids. “I made fresh coffee. Will that help?”
“You have no idea,” she laughed, reaching out a hand to snag
one of the cups. “But it does bribe me to hurry. Warm up the SUV and by the
time it’s heated I’ll be out there.”
The liquid was hot and strong, just the way she liked it.
She blessed Logan for his excellent taste in coffee as she sipped it. Yanking
on her clothes, she pulled her hair back into a tail, stuffed her feet into
fleece-lined boots and shrugged into her jacket. A scarf around her neck, a
wool cap stuffed into her pocket, her tote and she was ready.
“I think you’re the only woman I’ve ever met who actually
can get ready in three minutes,” Logan teased as he backed out of the parking
space.
“No makeup,” she pointed out. “I’m not on a date. Then I take little more prep time.”
Like last night when I spent an hour getting myself ready
for Clint.
“Soph?” he asked as he turned onto the highway.
“Yeah, Logan?” She turned her head to look at him. His voice
sounded strange.
“When we got the rundown on animals in this part of Maine,
especially wolves, there was no mention in the file of black wolves.”
She frowned. “Black wolves? You brought
usually woke him and told him it was time for a run. But he didn’t want to take
a chance of leaving them where they could be found and having to walk back to
the motel room buck naked. That would definitely be hard to explain.
Harder to explain was the giant black wolf he’d glimpsed
again tonight. Tonight in his room he’d used his laptop to do an internet
search for black wolves in Maine, but he couldn’t find a mention of them
anywhere. Besides, the scent he’d caught had a different tinge to it than pure
wolf.
The thought that there could be another shifter around here
puzzled him. Usually his internal radar was very good at sensing that but he hadn’t
gotten any signals. Was it related in any way to the Chupacabra? Farfetched but
not impossible. But if not that then who or what could it be? And why here?
Tomorrow night he’d wait for the wolf to appear again and track it to its lair.
It was time for some answers.
Chapter Six
Morning came much too early as far as Sophia was concerned.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t survived many times on very little sleep. But usually
it was because she was out chasing clues or criminals. By the time she fell
into bed she usually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep and woke at least mildly
refreshed. But last night had been a whole lot different. She’d been drained
all right, from the most exhausting sex she’d ever had in her life. Whatever
energy might have been left in her body was completely wiped away by Clint and
his educated tongue and fingers and that last shattering orgasm.
And when she had fallen asleep her dreams had been
anything but restful. Instead they’d been filled with images of Clint Beaudine
and herself in every kind of erotic scene imaginable. Standing beneath the
shower spray, she willed the hot water to pound energy into her sore and aching
muscles and rinse the haze from her brain.
While she dried herself and brushed her teeth she replayed
over and over in her mind that short snippet of conversation where he’d hinted
at something she might not like. Or understand. Or both. He swore he wasn’t
married or involved, that he wasn’t looking for meaningless sex, and he didn’t
look as if he had a fatal disease. Maybe after they quit for the day she could
beg an hour for herself and pay a visit to Frenchy. See if she could tease some
information out of him.
A heavy pounding on the door shook her out of her
daydreaming.
“Hey, Soph,” Logan called. “You decent? Can I come in?”
Sophia hastily wrapped a big towel around herself and pulled
the door open just the length of the security chain. “Not yet. Give me five and
I will be.”
He grinned at her through the narrow opening and held up two
Styrofoam cups with lids. “I made fresh coffee. Will that help?”
“You have no idea,” she laughed, reaching out a hand to snag
one of the cups. “But it does bribe me to hurry. Warm up the SUV and by the
time it’s heated I’ll be out there.”
The liquid was hot and strong, just the way she liked it.
She blessed Logan for his excellent taste in coffee as she sipped it. Yanking
on her clothes, she pulled her hair back into a tail, stuffed her feet into
fleece-lined boots and shrugged into her jacket. A scarf around her neck, a
wool cap stuffed into her pocket, her tote and she was ready.
“I think you’re the only woman I’ve ever met who actually
can get ready in three minutes,” Logan teased as he backed out of the parking
space.
“No makeup,” she pointed out. “I’m not on a date. Then I take little more prep time.”
Like last night when I spent an hour getting myself ready
for Clint.
“Soph?” he asked as he turned onto the highway.
“Yeah, Logan?” She turned her head to look at him. His voice
sounded strange.
“When we got the rundown on animals in this part of Maine,
especially wolves, there was no mention in the file of black wolves.”
She frowned. “Black wolves? You brought
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