![]() Where Loyalties Lie
-- EXCERPT: “I’m jumping in the shower. Do I need to tie you up to make sure you’re still here when I get out?” “No.” I threw myself onto the bed and stared up at the amoebic water stains on the ceiling. “Just to be sure, I’ll take this with me, along with the keys.” He shook my wallet in his hand, shot me a wolfish grin and disappeared into the bathroom. “How the…” I sat up and stared at my bags, completely dumbstruck at how he’d pilfered my wallet from me. He’d either taken it when I was asleep in the car, or he was magic. It was all a great mystery, as was everything else about the man. If I thought he’d rendered me speechless with his little snatch and grab trick, it was nothing compared to my response when he exited the shower shirtless minutes later. His dark brown waves clumped heavily with water that dripped in fat droplets down his taut chest, over the ridges of his sculpted six-pack, and soaked into the low-slung waistband of his joggers. I could almost feel his smooth skin against my tongue as I collected beads of water like a game of connect-the-dots. I’d never been so thirsty in my entire life. I was two seconds from sexually assaulting him when I noticed two patches of marred skin—one at the top of his left pectoral and the other slashing across his right side. Scars. Gnarly, painful-looking scars. It was the reminder I needed that this man was an unknown. A predator in his own right. He claimed to be on my side, for now, but would that always be the case? He would be the worst kind of enemy. Intelligent. Unpredictable. Deadly. ![]()
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