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Authors: Marie Harte
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Jules's name or the way he felt inside her body. But she'd felt his energy. She's watched him protect her at great cost to himself. He could conceivably be worse than Ricardo, though she couldn't bring herself to believe it. Just because he can heal himself doesn’t mean he can’t have a secret agenda. After all, he knows Ricardo in some way. A drug deal gone bad? A cop who got too close?
Though her conscience protested she have a care in her dealings with Jules, her heart wouldn't listen. Her mother had told her that the time would come when she'd know to pass on the ring. And God help her, but Sheridan just knew.
The ring needed to go to Jules.
“Sheridan, he's getting heavy,” Raul muttered.
“Just let me do one thing.” She slowly walked over to Raul, ignoring the way he studied her body with a hunger that made her more than uncomfortable. She moved behind him to grab Jules's hand dangling down Raul's back. As she slipped the ring on his ring finger, she wasn't surprised when it fit as if made for him.
Some way, somehow, if she didn't end up dying in this jungle, she'd find him again. He'd touched her heart without meaning to. An enemy of her enemy—
Ricardo Montaña.
“Be careful, Jules. I'll see you soon,” she whispered and kissed his cheek. He didn't move, just lay slumped over Raul's shoulder.
Raul growled. “I'll make the call and dump him somewhere safe.” The look he gave her warned her to move back.
She bumped into Grayson and froze. Like Raul, Grayson had a worn, mean demeanor. She could feel his wounds as if her own. Her palms itched, and she curled her fingers, holding back. She sensed his tension, as well as something else.
Behind her, his erection pressed into her back. Against these men, she was helpless, and they all knew it.
The spark of cruelty in Raul's gaze darkened. He licked his lips, and she saw the hint of a sharp fang. “Grayson will take you someplace safe. I'll be back as soon as I can. You don't move until I get there.”
She nodded, not happy, but she'd already agreed. “I have your word you won't just ditch Jules somewhere and leave him for dead?” Raul stared down at her. But before he could answer, Grayson answered for him. “He'll do what he said. Or he'll answer to me.” The menace in his voice made her shiver.
“Fuck you.” But whatever Raul saw in Grayson's face convinced him to end the argument. He turned and disappeared into the jungle after one more leering stare at Sheridan.
Grayson turned her in his arms and sighed. “We'll get along without a problem, right, Doc?”
“Sure, Grayson. But I'm not a doctor.” She felt safer with him than Raul, actually. But she didn't think it best to admit it. “I need my c-clothes.” Sheridan trembled again, despite the heat. Fatigue weighed heavily on her shoulders.
“Yeah, you sure as shit need some clothes.” He groaned. “Come on, Doc.” Grayson took a few steps from her and dug into a large rucksack she hadn't noticed before. He took some clothes out of it, then moved to her pack and dumped the contents of it into his rucksack. He hooked the straps over his shoulder, seemingly ready to go.
He handed her the clothes, then surprised her by turning his back. She stepped into the T-shirt and shorts with gratitude.
After a few moments, he faced her once more and held out a hand. “I'll carry you. You probably weigh little more than the pack.” She flushed. I wish . “It's okay. I can walk.” Grayson narrowed his gaze. “No, you can't. You're weak from whatever the hell you did to Hawkins, and you're barefoot besides. Look, I'm not going to hurt you.
You heal Raul from Silva's whacked-out experiments and fix this chronic stitch in my side, and I won't let a damn thing happen to you.” He paused, studying her with bright hazel eyes. “You never worked for Montaña, did you?”
“No.” She rubbed her throat, where Ricardo had mauled her earlier. When Jules had made love to her, he'd overtaken her
Though her conscience protested she have a care in her dealings with Jules, her heart wouldn't listen. Her mother had told her that the time would come when she'd know to pass on the ring. And God help her, but Sheridan just knew.
The ring needed to go to Jules.
“Sheridan, he's getting heavy,” Raul muttered.
“Just let me do one thing.” She slowly walked over to Raul, ignoring the way he studied her body with a hunger that made her more than uncomfortable. She moved behind him to grab Jules's hand dangling down Raul's back. As she slipped the ring on his ring finger, she wasn't surprised when it fit as if made for him.
Some way, somehow, if she didn't end up dying in this jungle, she'd find him again. He'd touched her heart without meaning to. An enemy of her enemy—
Ricardo Montaña.
“Be careful, Jules. I'll see you soon,” she whispered and kissed his cheek. He didn't move, just lay slumped over Raul's shoulder.
Raul growled. “I'll make the call and dump him somewhere safe.” The look he gave her warned her to move back.
She bumped into Grayson and froze. Like Raul, Grayson had a worn, mean demeanor. She could feel his wounds as if her own. Her palms itched, and she curled her fingers, holding back. She sensed his tension, as well as something else.
Behind her, his erection pressed into her back. Against these men, she was helpless, and they all knew it.
The spark of cruelty in Raul's gaze darkened. He licked his lips, and she saw the hint of a sharp fang. “Grayson will take you someplace safe. I'll be back as soon as I can. You don't move until I get there.”
She nodded, not happy, but she'd already agreed. “I have your word you won't just ditch Jules somewhere and leave him for dead?” Raul stared down at her. But before he could answer, Grayson answered for him. “He'll do what he said. Or he'll answer to me.” The menace in his voice made her shiver.
“Fuck you.” But whatever Raul saw in Grayson's face convinced him to end the argument. He turned and disappeared into the jungle after one more leering stare at Sheridan.
Grayson turned her in his arms and sighed. “We'll get along without a problem, right, Doc?”
“Sure, Grayson. But I'm not a doctor.” She felt safer with him than Raul, actually. But she didn't think it best to admit it. “I need my c-clothes.” Sheridan trembled again, despite the heat. Fatigue weighed heavily on her shoulders.
“Yeah, you sure as shit need some clothes.” He groaned. “Come on, Doc.” Grayson took a few steps from her and dug into a large rucksack she hadn't noticed before. He took some clothes out of it, then moved to her pack and dumped the contents of it into his rucksack. He hooked the straps over his shoulder, seemingly ready to go.
He handed her the clothes, then surprised her by turning his back. She stepped into the T-shirt and shorts with gratitude.
After a few moments, he faced her once more and held out a hand. “I'll carry you. You probably weigh little more than the pack.” She flushed. I wish . “It's okay. I can walk.” Grayson narrowed his gaze. “No, you can't. You're weak from whatever the hell you did to Hawkins, and you're barefoot besides. Look, I'm not going to hurt you.
You heal Raul from Silva's whacked-out experiments and fix this chronic stitch in my side, and I won't let a damn thing happen to you.” He paused, studying her with bright hazel eyes. “You never worked for Montaña, did you?”
“No.” She rubbed her throat, where Ricardo had mauled her earlier. When Jules had made love to her, he'd overtaken her
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