The Keeper

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-Jed’s abilities …who knew?
    Jed flew down the empty highway to Silas’ headquarters; disbelief still had a grip on his head.  He had met the woman, Cheri or Cheryl, on Friday night.  She had invited him back to her place and he had declined .  Politely .  There was only one woman for him.  He had known it five years ago as sure as he knew it now.  He couldn’t remember anything else until Lex wal ked into the church.  Then all h ell broke loose.  He saw a woman in a white gown, heard the preacher asking for objections and heard Lex object very loudly.  The woman in the white gown changed from a lovely woman to a scary-looking one in front of his eyes and started throwing fire balls at Lex.  He hadn’t even tried to put everything together until Lex was safe.  Now that she was snuggled up behind him with her long, tone arms wrapped around his waist and her breasts pressed firm against his back he had time to think, but all he could think about was pulling over in broad daylight and spanking her ass for putting herself in danger.  At the thought of spanking her he groaned and grew instantly hard.  He had waited five years at her father’s insistence.  He had left town to keep from doing the one thing that he dreamed of night and day.  Making Alexis Martin his. 
    Alexis hugged his waist loving the way his rock-hard abs flexed under her grip .  She hadn’t seen him in four years eleven months and thirteen days.  She should be mad at him.  Should hate him for leaving her, but she couldn’t.  Something about this man…wolf, drew her like no other - except for maybe Donovan .    Jed was hers.  She just had to make him see that. 
     
    Jed pulled into the parking garage for Martin Industries.  The guard at the gate waved him through.  Jed drove straight to the lower level and parked her bike.  He immediately missed the warmth of her body pressed to his back.  She was off the bike and headed for the elevator without even looking back to see if he followed.  Her long legs ate up the ground with a stride that caused her hips to sway.  He hung his head, shook off his regrets and watched the most tantalizing ass he had ever seen walk away from him.  He jogged to catch up.
    Alexis punched the button for the elevator.  For the life of her she couldn’t be pissed at him, but that didn’t mean she had to be all nice and stuff.  He blew her off and left town.  She had every right to be mad, but damn, the man was hot .  Six foot three inches of dark-haired, muscular, good-smelling male .  The elevator door opened and she stepped inside, hitting the button for the top floor with more force than was probably necessary .  Jed made it just before the doors closed and stuck his hand inside. 
    The doors opened and he stepped in as she hit the button for the doors to close again.  “I suppose I owe you one.”  He was looking down when he said it, afraid to see pain - pain that he had caused - in her eyes.   He wasn’t a sheepish man.  He always looked a person in the eye, except for Lex.  He was too afraid she would see more than anyone else.  She would see into his soul and there were parts of it that were better left unseen.  He hadn’t always been the way he now was. 
    “Nope.  You owe Donovan one.”  Her voice sounded steady and strong to her own ears. 
    Her voice didn’t sound hurt at all.  “What day is it?”  He looked up at her and all the breath left his lungs in a whoosh.  She had changed.  It looked like she still favored jeans and t shirts, but the shirt was fitted now.  He could see the faint shadow of lace beneath it and the chain that held the amulet disappeared into the most enticing cleavage .  Here jeans were also tighter -snug over her rounded hips .  She no longer looked like the little girl that he had left.  She looked like one hundred percent woman.  Her eyes, a rich cobalt blue, no longer looked like the picture of innocence.  They were lined with

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