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Authors: Heather Graham
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“You all just hunker in for the night.”
Danni went to walk Father Ryan and Natasha out through the front of the shop and lock up. Bo Ray and Billie finished cleaning up and headed for the stairs to the third floor attic where they had their apartments. Quinn put through a call to Larue. With what they’d heard about the previous murders, he wanted to make sure that the two young women who’d received the balcony visit were safe. Larue assured him that he had a man on guard at the new hotel where they’d been taken.
“Inside room,” Larue told him. “No balcony, hotel security, cameras everywhere. If a rougarou does make it up there somehow, we’ll make history.”
Quinn thanked Larue and they said goodnight.
Danni still hadn’t come back.
He walked out to the shop and saw that she was staring at her front window from the back. Her displays were always excellent. She knew where to shop and where to find the right pieces that made everything perfect. He slipped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head.
“We’ll find out what’s going on,” he told her.
“The cane,” she murmured. “The story goes that Count D’Oro had his own wizard, and the silver grip wolf’s head on his cane was magical. That it gave him the power to deflect Melissa DeVane’s curse and become the rougarou .”
“We talked about that. I don’t think we can find the old cane in the swamp, Danni.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think the cane is in the swamp. I think someone had it hidden away. And maybe someone else has found it, believing they have the power of the rougarou .”
“That’s a lot of maybes. For now, it’s kind of late. Bed?”
She turned in his arms with a smile, then checked the door and called to Wolf. “Hey, boy. Time to guard the hallway.”
The dog barked his approval.
Danni hurried ahead and Quinn followed her up the stairs. Wolf curled up on his bed in the hallway. When Quinn entered the room, he found that Danni had laid a trail of her clothing from the doorway to the shower.
He smiled.
And he followed.
The curtain was drawn. Steam filled the bathroom. She stood in the shower. He couldn’t help thinking that she could have been a mermaid, or a siren, smiling with the kind of light in her eyes that was sure to drive a man mad. He allowed his gaze to fall upon her.
“Did you need a written invitation?” she asked.
He stripped, stepped into the shower, and drew her into his arms. Warm water beats pulsated on his skin. The surge of steam was both relaxing and invigorating, the feel of her body crushing against his overwhelming. He would never tire of feeling her against him. The wonder in her eyes always seemed so fresh, her smiles evocative. The taste of her lips part of a fantasy, and every time he kissed her he felt a rush of arousal.
Her fingers slid down his back, then moved to his chest.
He reached behind her, cupping her buttocks, and lifting her to him, their every point of contact now an erogenous zone.
He kissed her again.
This time more passionate.
“Shampoo in the tub,” she whispered to him.
The words made no sense.
“Slip, fall, break body parts,” Danni whispered. “Not as much fun.”
Now he understood, and he lifted her over the rim of the tub, following her out quickly himself. Not to lose the moment, he kissed her again, and they became engaged in twined lips and stroking hands.
“Towel rack,” Quinn said.
“What?”
“Towel rack. Big bruise on the back, maybe your head against the wall. A concussion. Not as much fun.”
They both laughed.
Danni threw open the bedroom door and they made a beeline for the sheets, shivering.
“It’s cold out here,” she said.
Quinn landed on the bed at her side. “Not to add more bad and trite lines to the wonderful foreplay I’ve initiated,” he kissed her shoulder. “But give me a chance and I’ll warm you up.”
Safe from falling, tripping, or breaking bones, he wrapped his
Danni went to walk Father Ryan and Natasha out through the front of the shop and lock up. Bo Ray and Billie finished cleaning up and headed for the stairs to the third floor attic where they had their apartments. Quinn put through a call to Larue. With what they’d heard about the previous murders, he wanted to make sure that the two young women who’d received the balcony visit were safe. Larue assured him that he had a man on guard at the new hotel where they’d been taken.
“Inside room,” Larue told him. “No balcony, hotel security, cameras everywhere. If a rougarou does make it up there somehow, we’ll make history.”
Quinn thanked Larue and they said goodnight.
Danni still hadn’t come back.
He walked out to the shop and saw that she was staring at her front window from the back. Her displays were always excellent. She knew where to shop and where to find the right pieces that made everything perfect. He slipped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head.
“We’ll find out what’s going on,” he told her.
“The cane,” she murmured. “The story goes that Count D’Oro had his own wizard, and the silver grip wolf’s head on his cane was magical. That it gave him the power to deflect Melissa DeVane’s curse and become the rougarou .”
“We talked about that. I don’t think we can find the old cane in the swamp, Danni.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think the cane is in the swamp. I think someone had it hidden away. And maybe someone else has found it, believing they have the power of the rougarou .”
“That’s a lot of maybes. For now, it’s kind of late. Bed?”
She turned in his arms with a smile, then checked the door and called to Wolf. “Hey, boy. Time to guard the hallway.”
The dog barked his approval.
Danni hurried ahead and Quinn followed her up the stairs. Wolf curled up on his bed in the hallway. When Quinn entered the room, he found that Danni had laid a trail of her clothing from the doorway to the shower.
He smiled.
And he followed.
The curtain was drawn. Steam filled the bathroom. She stood in the shower. He couldn’t help thinking that she could have been a mermaid, or a siren, smiling with the kind of light in her eyes that was sure to drive a man mad. He allowed his gaze to fall upon her.
“Did you need a written invitation?” she asked.
He stripped, stepped into the shower, and drew her into his arms. Warm water beats pulsated on his skin. The surge of steam was both relaxing and invigorating, the feel of her body crushing against his overwhelming. He would never tire of feeling her against him. The wonder in her eyes always seemed so fresh, her smiles evocative. The taste of her lips part of a fantasy, and every time he kissed her he felt a rush of arousal.
Her fingers slid down his back, then moved to his chest.
He reached behind her, cupping her buttocks, and lifting her to him, their every point of contact now an erogenous zone.
He kissed her again.
This time more passionate.
“Shampoo in the tub,” she whispered to him.
The words made no sense.
“Slip, fall, break body parts,” Danni whispered. “Not as much fun.”
Now he understood, and he lifted her over the rim of the tub, following her out quickly himself. Not to lose the moment, he kissed her again, and they became engaged in twined lips and stroking hands.
“Towel rack,” Quinn said.
“What?”
“Towel rack. Big bruise on the back, maybe your head against the wall. A concussion. Not as much fun.”
They both laughed.
Danni threw open the bedroom door and they made a beeline for the sheets, shivering.
“It’s cold out here,” she said.
Quinn landed on the bed at her side. “Not to add more bad and trite lines to the wonderful foreplay I’ve initiated,” he kissed her shoulder. “But give me a chance and I’ll warm you up.”
Safe from falling, tripping, or breaking bones, he wrapped his
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