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Authors: Sara Humphreys
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fine one, if you donât mind me sayinâ so.
He stopped about a foot away from her and surveyed the area. The smile faded from his eyes and his brow furrowed with confusion. Trixie studied him closely. He seemed unaware of what was really happening, and in that moment it dawned on her that while she knew the significance of sharing the dreamscapeâ¦Dakota did not.
Well, if he didnât know what was going on, she sure wasnât going to tell him. Maybe this was only a fluke after all.
Right. She lifted one shoulder and tried to act totally nonchalant, like it wasnât a huge freaking deal that they were in the dreamscape together . Youâre only having a dream that I happen to be in. No biggie.
Mmm-hmm. He nodded and moved past her to the right, his expression serious . But why now? I mean, why after all this time? I havenât had a dream for almost fifty years, and why the hell am I dreaminâ about the ranch? He smirked . I know why Iâd be dreaminâ about youâ¦but why you on my ranch?
Much to her dismay, her stomach flip-flopped from the suggestive tone in his voice. Right about now she was wishing like hell that sheâd bothered to ask Maya or Sadie how to get out of the dreamscape once you got here.
On the other hand, since she didnât know how to leave, she might as well get as much information from Dakota as she could.
Olivia had always told her that knowledge was power.
What ranch are you referring to, exactly? All I see are wide-open spaces. Trixie turned around, followed Dakotaâs gaze, and her stomach dropped . The empty wilderness was gone. Sitting in the distance, the mountains looming behind it, was the unmistakable silhouette of a house . Where the hell did that come from?
What? His hands settled on his hips again and he glanced at her over his shoulder . The house? I told you. Weâre on my ranch. My human familyâs ranch, that is, and thatâs the house I grew up in. You know, I need to go back for a visit. Itâs been too long⦠Actually, this night is exactly like the night I was turned vamp. He pointed to the left of the house and a low whistle slipped from his lips . Hell, it is the night I was turned. Look over there. You see those lights, the ones flashing bright over the mountains?
Before Trixie could get out of the way, Dakota wrapped one arm around her and turned her so she could see what he was talking about. He leaned down, his face precariously close to hers, the scruff of his unshaven jaw achingly near. She had the craziest urge to touch him, to cradle his cheek with her hand and nuzzle her lips along the line of his throat. The scent of sandalwood and leather made her dizzy, the warmth of his body curling against hers in a wicked invitation .
Those are searchlights from the county fair. Iâll never forget it⦠That night they were swinging through the sky. His voice rumbled in his chest as he rose to his full height and draped his arm casually over her shoulder before pulling her tighter against him . I remember watching them slice through the night like swords while I died. Wellâ¦almost died, anyway. My maker found me lyinâ out here, bleedinâ and all torn up from what that animal did to me. Anger edged his words and his muscles tensed against her as he spoke . The last things I saw as a human were those damn lights in the sky.
B-but this wasnât here a second ago. Trixieâs voice wavered and she tried not to notice how perfect the weight of his arm around her felt. She cleared her throat and nodded toward the house . I donât get it. When I got here it was empty. There wasnât any house or ranch or lights or anything. The mountains were here but not that house. What the hell is going on?
Trixie snapped her mouth shut. She cracked her knuckles and sensed Dakotaâs energy humming around her. His body stilled and she didnât have to look at him to know he was staring down at
He stopped about a foot away from her and surveyed the area. The smile faded from his eyes and his brow furrowed with confusion. Trixie studied him closely. He seemed unaware of what was really happening, and in that moment it dawned on her that while she knew the significance of sharing the dreamscapeâ¦Dakota did not.
Well, if he didnât know what was going on, she sure wasnât going to tell him. Maybe this was only a fluke after all.
Right. She lifted one shoulder and tried to act totally nonchalant, like it wasnât a huge freaking deal that they were in the dreamscape together . Youâre only having a dream that I happen to be in. No biggie.
Mmm-hmm. He nodded and moved past her to the right, his expression serious . But why now? I mean, why after all this time? I havenât had a dream for almost fifty years, and why the hell am I dreaminâ about the ranch? He smirked . I know why Iâd be dreaminâ about youâ¦but why you on my ranch?
Much to her dismay, her stomach flip-flopped from the suggestive tone in his voice. Right about now she was wishing like hell that sheâd bothered to ask Maya or Sadie how to get out of the dreamscape once you got here.
On the other hand, since she didnât know how to leave, she might as well get as much information from Dakota as she could.
Olivia had always told her that knowledge was power.
What ranch are you referring to, exactly? All I see are wide-open spaces. Trixie turned around, followed Dakotaâs gaze, and her stomach dropped . The empty wilderness was gone. Sitting in the distance, the mountains looming behind it, was the unmistakable silhouette of a house . Where the hell did that come from?
What? His hands settled on his hips again and he glanced at her over his shoulder . The house? I told you. Weâre on my ranch. My human familyâs ranch, that is, and thatâs the house I grew up in. You know, I need to go back for a visit. Itâs been too long⦠Actually, this night is exactly like the night I was turned vamp. He pointed to the left of the house and a low whistle slipped from his lips . Hell, it is the night I was turned. Look over there. You see those lights, the ones flashing bright over the mountains?
Before Trixie could get out of the way, Dakota wrapped one arm around her and turned her so she could see what he was talking about. He leaned down, his face precariously close to hers, the scruff of his unshaven jaw achingly near. She had the craziest urge to touch him, to cradle his cheek with her hand and nuzzle her lips along the line of his throat. The scent of sandalwood and leather made her dizzy, the warmth of his body curling against hers in a wicked invitation .
Those are searchlights from the county fair. Iâll never forget it⦠That night they were swinging through the sky. His voice rumbled in his chest as he rose to his full height and draped his arm casually over her shoulder before pulling her tighter against him . I remember watching them slice through the night like swords while I died. Wellâ¦almost died, anyway. My maker found me lyinâ out here, bleedinâ and all torn up from what that animal did to me. Anger edged his words and his muscles tensed against her as he spoke . The last things I saw as a human were those damn lights in the sky.
B-but this wasnât here a second ago. Trixieâs voice wavered and she tried not to notice how perfect the weight of his arm around her felt. She cleared her throat and nodded toward the house . I donât get it. When I got here it was empty. There wasnât any house or ranch or lights or anything. The mountains were here but not that house. What the hell is going on?
Trixie snapped her mouth shut. She cracked her knuckles and sensed Dakotaâs energy humming around her. His body stilled and she didnât have to look at him to know he was staring down at
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