directly in their path, and he knew that neither he nor Caedon would be able to avoid her. Shit.
Shaking his head, Micah peered over his shoulder. “Watch out.
That one is trouble.” Big trouble.
Caedon grinned, his cocky smile that made most people on the planet melt. And that’s what Micah did. He dissolved into a puddle at the man’s feet.
Forgetting Leila, losing track of everything other than this man, Micah’s cock responded, twitching then springing to life in his snug jeans. I’m hopelessly fucked. Loving this man and lusting after him is a dead end, but I just can’t seem to help myself.
Distracted by the lust liquefying his body like steel shoved into a furnace, Micah nearly missed the preying piranha’s approach. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” Leila murmured with a saccharine-sweet smile that didn’t fool Micah for a minute. She might look like an angel, but she breathed fire like a demon. “Micah Blaylock and Caedon Asher are together again.” Standing several inches shorter than his five foot eleven, Leila looked like the epitome of a Stepford Wife-in-training. She was disgustingly perfect, if a man was into a flawlessly proportioned face, a pert nose, and a well-placed beauty mark. And if a man desired a woman with rich mahogany hair that fell down her back in waves without a single glossy strand out of place, gray eyes that smoldered like a dwindling fire, and creamy, unblemished skin, she was the one for him.
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Of course, Leila didn’t interest Micah in the least. Social-climbing, opportunistic witches didn’t do a thing for him, especially not ones that mistreated his Ella.
“Blaylock?” Caedon asked, his question a whisper.
Frowning at Caedon over his shoulder, Micah explained, “Micah Gunner is my pen name.”
“Interesting choice,” Leila murmured, her obvious insult thinly hidden in her words.
“What do you need?” Micah asked, not even attempting to keep his distaste for her out of his tone. “We are in the middle of…something.”
Leila licked her full lips, obviously attempting to appear seductive, as she batted her long, dark eyelashes at Caedon. “I’d love to be in the middle of something with him,” she purred softly, quiet enough that Caedon probably couldn’t make out what she’d said but Micah could.
Skirting around Micah, Leila introduced herself. “Hello, Mr.
Asher. I’m Leila Schilling.”
Shifting to the side so that he could keep a watchful eye on the gold-digging whoreasaurus, Micah grunted his irritation. But Leila paid no attention to him. She continued on as though he were not even there. “I’m such a”—halting, she raked her gaze up and down Caedon’s sexy body before finishing—“fan.” Micah examined Caedon, observing the tall, good-looking man’s response. Not surprisingly, he left his charm on full blast. However, Caedon’s eyes reflected his annoyance by the shrew’s overt flirting.
He was clearly being polite, nothing more.
“Hello,” Caedon said with a nod of his head. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Micah didn’t miss the fact that the other man hadn’t touched Leila, and an irrepressible grin kicked up Micah’s lips. “Leila, it’s”—
Micah cleared his throat so he could utter his next words—“good to 82
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see you, but we must be going. We’ve not seen each other in a couple of years and would like to catch up.”
Caedon slid his shocked eyes to Micah, but Micah pretended not to notice. “Yeah,” Caedon agreed. “We need some privacy to talk.”
“So what’s a big shot like you doing in my town?” Leila asked, blatantly disregarding their brush-offs. “Not that I mind, of course. I would love to show you around.”
Caedon’s smile froze in place, his congenial expression fading slightly. “I’m visiting friends.”
“Oh really?” she asked. “You have friends here? Who?” Micah ground his teeth together in annoyance. “I think that
Shaking his head, Micah peered over his shoulder. “Watch out.
That one is trouble.” Big trouble.
Caedon grinned, his cocky smile that made most people on the planet melt. And that’s what Micah did. He dissolved into a puddle at the man’s feet.
Forgetting Leila, losing track of everything other than this man, Micah’s cock responded, twitching then springing to life in his snug jeans. I’m hopelessly fucked. Loving this man and lusting after him is a dead end, but I just can’t seem to help myself.
Distracted by the lust liquefying his body like steel shoved into a furnace, Micah nearly missed the preying piranha’s approach. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” Leila murmured with a saccharine-sweet smile that didn’t fool Micah for a minute. She might look like an angel, but she breathed fire like a demon. “Micah Blaylock and Caedon Asher are together again.” Standing several inches shorter than his five foot eleven, Leila looked like the epitome of a Stepford Wife-in-training. She was disgustingly perfect, if a man was into a flawlessly proportioned face, a pert nose, and a well-placed beauty mark. And if a man desired a woman with rich mahogany hair that fell down her back in waves without a single glossy strand out of place, gray eyes that smoldered like a dwindling fire, and creamy, unblemished skin, she was the one for him.
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Of course, Leila didn’t interest Micah in the least. Social-climbing, opportunistic witches didn’t do a thing for him, especially not ones that mistreated his Ella.
“Blaylock?” Caedon asked, his question a whisper.
Frowning at Caedon over his shoulder, Micah explained, “Micah Gunner is my pen name.”
“Interesting choice,” Leila murmured, her obvious insult thinly hidden in her words.
“What do you need?” Micah asked, not even attempting to keep his distaste for her out of his tone. “We are in the middle of…something.”
Leila licked her full lips, obviously attempting to appear seductive, as she batted her long, dark eyelashes at Caedon. “I’d love to be in the middle of something with him,” she purred softly, quiet enough that Caedon probably couldn’t make out what she’d said but Micah could.
Skirting around Micah, Leila introduced herself. “Hello, Mr.
Asher. I’m Leila Schilling.”
Shifting to the side so that he could keep a watchful eye on the gold-digging whoreasaurus, Micah grunted his irritation. But Leila paid no attention to him. She continued on as though he were not even there. “I’m such a”—halting, she raked her gaze up and down Caedon’s sexy body before finishing—“fan.” Micah examined Caedon, observing the tall, good-looking man’s response. Not surprisingly, he left his charm on full blast. However, Caedon’s eyes reflected his annoyance by the shrew’s overt flirting.
He was clearly being polite, nothing more.
“Hello,” Caedon said with a nod of his head. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Micah didn’t miss the fact that the other man hadn’t touched Leila, and an irrepressible grin kicked up Micah’s lips. “Leila, it’s”—
Micah cleared his throat so he could utter his next words—“good to 82
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see you, but we must be going. We’ve not seen each other in a couple of years and would like to catch up.”
Caedon slid his shocked eyes to Micah, but Micah pretended not to notice. “Yeah,” Caedon agreed. “We need some privacy to talk.”
“So what’s a big shot like you doing in my town?” Leila asked, blatantly disregarding their brush-offs. “Not that I mind, of course. I would love to show you around.”
Caedon’s smile froze in place, his congenial expression fading slightly. “I’m visiting friends.”
“Oh really?” she asked. “You have friends here? Who?” Micah ground his teeth together in annoyance. “I think that
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