Mark of the Wolf; Hell's Breed by Madelaine Montague

little
while?”
    Laurie sighed, picked up her suitcase
and shoved it under the bed again. “I think I’ll lie down for a
little bit. I’m all worn out from that little exercise.”
    Nodding, Lucien moved toward the door.
He paused there. “We can lighten things up a little in a few days
if there’s no sign anybody tracked us,” he offered.
    Laurie nodded. She didn’t know what he
meant by ‘lighten’ things, but she didn’t see much possibility of
feeling any better about captivity in a few days—unless that meant
the DA had called her in to testify and she could go home
again.
    Kane had had a total cow when he’d
seen her pull her cell phone out. She’d only gotten it out to try
the internet—and discovered this was a dead zone. So, no phone and
no internet. And no TV. They picked up some radio station, but it
was mostly static for part of the day and the rest of the time
playing country, which she didn’t particularly care for.
    Absolutely the only
entertainment besides meal time was the tablet she’d had the
foresight to bring, which had almost a dozen e-books on it that she
hadn’t read yet. And another five that she had .
    Settling on the bed, she did her best
to engross herself in a book. The escape soothed her even though
the book was actually pretty exciting. Very improbable—but
exciting, she supposed, as much because it was something that would
never happen in a million years as it was for the
action.
    Not satisfied with one
larger than life, total hunk, as a hero, the writer had thrown in
several—each one more exciting than the last. And the heroine
got all of
them!
    Like that would happen in real
life!
    She could go for it if it
was a group like Lucien and his men, she decided, thinking about
what a handsome group they were. Lucien and Damien were drop dead,
heart stopping gorgeous. She thought part of their appeal was that
neither one of them seemed aware of just how good looking they
were. It was such a turn off when people were conceited about their looks,
whether it was warranted or not. And it was seriously annoying when
they were conceited and had no reason to be!
    And very, very attractive when they
were way above average in looks and seemed completely unaware of
the fact that they turned heads everywhere they went.
    Neither Kane nor Basil were as
handsome as the twins—still not hard on the eyes at all. She
figured if Lucien and Damien were 10s, they were 8s, at least,
maybe 8.5—but they had their own brand of charm that boosted their
scores up to around 9 or 9.5.
    She tried to picture herself romping
in bed with either pair and discovered it just boggled the
imagination. Truthfully, she couldn’t picture Lucien in her bed. Or
Damien, and he’d actually tried to kiss her.
    The guys were way out of her league
and besides that they were in the sort of macho business that guys
got into when they weren’t the marrying/settling down kind. They
might want to screw her—and she thought that was probably
stretching it unless they were just hard up because they hadn’t had
the chance to chase skirt in a while—but they certainly didn’t have
anything else in mind. And they wouldn’t—ever—and she tried not to
get involved with guys that had no interest at all in finding a
forever kind of fit or even a ‘little while fit’. She tended to get
emotionally involved and she wasn’t crazy about the ‘love ‘em and
leave ‘em’ type of man.
    It was a damned shame. She really
liked them, she realized with a touch of surprise and dismay. If
she was getting attached when she’d known them less than a week,
how was she going to feel by the time this was over? And was not
getting intimate going to save her any hurt at all?
    * * * *
    Basil would have been
happier if they hadn’t heard the conversation in the next room. He
supposed the damned cabin had been built for humans and probably
prevented them from hearing everything that happened in such exquisite
detail that it was like being