doing?”
The were-panther snarled, showing his gleaming white, sharp teeth. Attack me, Big Red. Make it look good.
Robby stiffened. He hadn’t realized Carlos was capable of telepathic communication while in cat form. What
are ye doing here?
Waiting for you to chase me off. Come on, dude. Rescue the fair maiden. Be a hero.
This was a matchmaking scheme? Robby balled his hands into fists. Ye bloody bastard. Ye’re scaring her to
death.
Carlos growled. That’s the thanks I get. Look, if you play your cards right, you’ll get lucky. The hot tub’s ready
—
“Get the hell out of here!” Robby charged toward him.
Oh, good acting skills . Carlos backed away. You’re looking really pissed.
“I am pissed!” Robby scooped an egg-shaped rock off the beach.
Merda. No need to get violent . Carlos trotted down the beach.
Robby hurled the rock. Carlos yelped when it clipped him on a rear leg. You big lummox! See if I ever help
you again!
I doona need yer help, ye mangy hellcat! Robby ran into the water to fetch Olivia. A strong wave pummeled
her from behind, and she lost her balance. For a few terrifying seconds he saw her go under.
“Olivia!” He reached her just as she broke the surface, sputtering. He swooped her into his arms and
charged back to the shore. Her clothes were soaked through. Her hair was dripping wet. And her body shook
charged back to the shore. Her clothes were soaked through. Her hair was dripping wet. And her body shook
violently.
Damn you, Carlos . He watched the were-panther as it scrambled up the bluff. Where the hell are ye going?
None of your business . The were-panther stopped at the top of the bluff and peered down at them. I’ll be
back by sunrise. Have fun, Big Red. Is it true what they say, that a good Vamp can last all night long?
Piss off . Robby heard a strange huffing sound that sounded like a feline chuckle, then the were-panther
scampered off.
Olivia wrapped a trembling, cold hand around his neck. “How d-d-did a jaguar g-g-get here?”
“Let’s get you warmed up.” He strode toward the stairs.
“Robby.” She touched his face with icy fingers. “Th-Thank you.”
She was turning blue. He should teleport straight to the patio. It was the fastest way to get her in the hot tub.
And the surest way to provoke some unwanted questions.
Forgive me . He hugged her tight against his chest and invaded her mind with a surge of vampire mind
control. Normally, a mortal would feel a blast of cold air when a vampire took over their mind, but in Olivia’s
case, she was already freezing to death.
Sleep, he commanded.
She went limp, and he teleported them to the patio.
Olivia felt deliciously warm and cozy as she slowly awoke. Someone was stroking her cheek and brushing her
hair back from her brow. Soft fingers. A deep, sexy voice.
“Wake up, sweetheart.”
Robby. That made her smile. Her eyes opened and there he was, his handsome face shrouded in mist.
Unfortunately, her mind was just as foggy. She was up to her neck in hot churning water? “Where am I?”
“Ye’re in the Jacuzzi of the villa where I’m staying. Ye needed to warm up as quickly as possible.”
Her sleepy brain fumbled for an explanation, then she remembered and sat up with a jolt. “There was a
jaguar! On Patmos! How on earth did it get here?”
“I—well—”
“I thought I was a goner.” She pressed a hand to her chest, then gasped when she felt bare skin. Good God,
she was only wearing her bra and underwear. “Where did my clothes go?”
“Over there.” He motioned with his head, and she spotted a heap of wet clothes on the stone floor next to a
chaise lounge.
“I don’t recall taking them off.” And what the heck was she doing on his lap? She lurched to the other side of
the hot tub and glared at him. “What did you do to me?”
His jaw shifted. “I took off yer wet clothes.”
“Did I give you permission?”
“Nay, ye were unconscious. And turning blue. I
The were-panther snarled, showing his gleaming white, sharp teeth. Attack me, Big Red. Make it look good.
Robby stiffened. He hadn’t realized Carlos was capable of telepathic communication while in cat form. What
are ye doing here?
Waiting for you to chase me off. Come on, dude. Rescue the fair maiden. Be a hero.
This was a matchmaking scheme? Robby balled his hands into fists. Ye bloody bastard. Ye’re scaring her to
death.
Carlos growled. That’s the thanks I get. Look, if you play your cards right, you’ll get lucky. The hot tub’s ready
—
“Get the hell out of here!” Robby charged toward him.
Oh, good acting skills . Carlos backed away. You’re looking really pissed.
“I am pissed!” Robby scooped an egg-shaped rock off the beach.
Merda. No need to get violent . Carlos trotted down the beach.
Robby hurled the rock. Carlos yelped when it clipped him on a rear leg. You big lummox! See if I ever help
you again!
I doona need yer help, ye mangy hellcat! Robby ran into the water to fetch Olivia. A strong wave pummeled
her from behind, and she lost her balance. For a few terrifying seconds he saw her go under.
“Olivia!” He reached her just as she broke the surface, sputtering. He swooped her into his arms and
charged back to the shore. Her clothes were soaked through. Her hair was dripping wet. And her body shook
charged back to the shore. Her clothes were soaked through. Her hair was dripping wet. And her body shook
violently.
Damn you, Carlos . He watched the were-panther as it scrambled up the bluff. Where the hell are ye going?
None of your business . The were-panther stopped at the top of the bluff and peered down at them. I’ll be
back by sunrise. Have fun, Big Red. Is it true what they say, that a good Vamp can last all night long?
Piss off . Robby heard a strange huffing sound that sounded like a feline chuckle, then the were-panther
scampered off.
Olivia wrapped a trembling, cold hand around his neck. “How d-d-did a jaguar g-g-get here?”
“Let’s get you warmed up.” He strode toward the stairs.
“Robby.” She touched his face with icy fingers. “Th-Thank you.”
She was turning blue. He should teleport straight to the patio. It was the fastest way to get her in the hot tub.
And the surest way to provoke some unwanted questions.
Forgive me . He hugged her tight against his chest and invaded her mind with a surge of vampire mind
control. Normally, a mortal would feel a blast of cold air when a vampire took over their mind, but in Olivia’s
case, she was already freezing to death.
Sleep, he commanded.
She went limp, and he teleported them to the patio.
Olivia felt deliciously warm and cozy as she slowly awoke. Someone was stroking her cheek and brushing her
hair back from her brow. Soft fingers. A deep, sexy voice.
“Wake up, sweetheart.”
Robby. That made her smile. Her eyes opened and there he was, his handsome face shrouded in mist.
Unfortunately, her mind was just as foggy. She was up to her neck in hot churning water? “Where am I?”
“Ye’re in the Jacuzzi of the villa where I’m staying. Ye needed to warm up as quickly as possible.”
Her sleepy brain fumbled for an explanation, then she remembered and sat up with a jolt. “There was a
jaguar! On Patmos! How on earth did it get here?”
“I—well—”
“I thought I was a goner.” She pressed a hand to her chest, then gasped when she felt bare skin. Good God,
she was only wearing her bra and underwear. “Where did my clothes go?”
“Over there.” He motioned with his head, and she spotted a heap of wet clothes on the stone floor next to a
chaise lounge.
“I don’t recall taking them off.” And what the heck was she doing on his lap? She lurched to the other side of
the hot tub and glared at him. “What did you do to me?”
His jaw shifted. “I took off yer wet clothes.”
“Did I give you permission?”
“Nay, ye were unconscious. And turning blue. I
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