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in with not only fangs and claws but all powers blazing, he’d be executed on the spot.
Gabriel pinched his nose, lifting the bridge of his glasses. “Why don’t you get your beta to help you relax?”
“Mason already managed to talk me down a little…with his fists.”
“Ah. Well, I’ll be there soon to negotiate on your behalf.”
“You’d better.” On that snarled note, the wolf hung up.
Gabriel took a deep, centering breath. After a moment’s thought, he picked a number out of his phone’s contact list and hit connect.
“ Mon ami. How good of you to call.”
“ Bonsoir, my friend, or is it bonjour? ” Francois, Gabriel’s old roommate at Nostradamus U, was now a Witches’ Council Enforcer in the EU.
“France is six hours ahead of Michigan, mon ami. But I can tell by the tension in your voice that you have not called to make pleasantries.”
“No. Francois, my sister has been jailed by an Enforcer here. Do you happen to know who?”
“I am so sorry to hear that. I do not know who has done such a terrible thing. I’m sure it is all a misunderstanding.”
Gabriel breathed out some of his tension. Francois was a reasonable man, and he was glad to call him friend. “Hopefully whoever this Enforcer is, he’s as sensible as you. Any general tips for when I speak to him?”
“Unless the charge is magical murder, you will be able to argue for her release on bail. Especially if what I heard is true and she is in the family way…? Congratulations, mon ami. I’m sure all will be fine. I will see what I can find out on my end.”
Gabriel hung up feeling more in control of the situation. Head finally clear, he started toward the stateroom to get a change of clothes, or at least a fresh shirt. And as long as he was there, he could find out how Emma was doing. Apologize for the impromptu trip. See if she needed help.
He raised his hand to knock on the stateroom door.
Absolutely not thinking about her sweet face as she brought herself to orgasm… His head snapped down to behold the tent in his pants.
Craptastic crunch, he was right back where he started.
Chapter Seven
At the knock on her stateroom door, Emma hurried to where she’d hung her shirt and pants but paused. Her skin felt tight and sensitive, and for some reason she couldn’t stand the thought of putting her clothes on. She compromised by leaving the pants and only tugging on her still-damp shirt. Yanking the hem to stretch over her ass, she cracked the door.
Her boss’s torso filled the gap. And then he breathed in, his already-immense chest expanding until it nearly blinded her.
Any peace she’d attained from her personal massage session exploded at the sight of those huge pectorals winging under their semi-concealing sweater vest.
Heat flushed her face and made her scrunch her eyes momentarily before she adjusted her gaze up a foot to meet his.
Deep caring filled his gaze, matched by a direct, male power. It made her whole body flush hot. Would he stare into my eyes like this as he came inside me …yikes. “Dr. Light! Um…is something wrong?”
“Gabriel, remember?” His quick grin added a touch of boyish charm to the aura of male power. “No, nothing’s wrong. I came by for a change of clothes from my bag. And I was wondering if we could talk?”
“You mean about what happened before?”
To her surprise, he stiffened. With obvious deliberation, he eased his stance, sliding hands into his baggy pants pockets. “What happened before, meaning the problem with Bruiser and the escape? Yes.”
What else could she have meant? “Maybe give me a minute? I was taking a nap.” She pushed at her hair. “I must look like I just climbed out of bed.”
His lids clenched briefly, and he swallowed hard, his color rising.
“Oh, I wasn’t suggesting…I simply must look a fright.” Not the other reason for that right-out-of-bed look.
“I wouldn’t have gotten you out of bed…” More eye-clenching and throat clearing.
Gabriel pinched his nose, lifting the bridge of his glasses. “Why don’t you get your beta to help you relax?”
“Mason already managed to talk me down a little…with his fists.”
“Ah. Well, I’ll be there soon to negotiate on your behalf.”
“You’d better.” On that snarled note, the wolf hung up.
Gabriel took a deep, centering breath. After a moment’s thought, he picked a number out of his phone’s contact list and hit connect.
“ Mon ami. How good of you to call.”
“ Bonsoir, my friend, or is it bonjour? ” Francois, Gabriel’s old roommate at Nostradamus U, was now a Witches’ Council Enforcer in the EU.
“France is six hours ahead of Michigan, mon ami. But I can tell by the tension in your voice that you have not called to make pleasantries.”
“No. Francois, my sister has been jailed by an Enforcer here. Do you happen to know who?”
“I am so sorry to hear that. I do not know who has done such a terrible thing. I’m sure it is all a misunderstanding.”
Gabriel breathed out some of his tension. Francois was a reasonable man, and he was glad to call him friend. “Hopefully whoever this Enforcer is, he’s as sensible as you. Any general tips for when I speak to him?”
“Unless the charge is magical murder, you will be able to argue for her release on bail. Especially if what I heard is true and she is in the family way…? Congratulations, mon ami. I’m sure all will be fine. I will see what I can find out on my end.”
Gabriel hung up feeling more in control of the situation. Head finally clear, he started toward the stateroom to get a change of clothes, or at least a fresh shirt. And as long as he was there, he could find out how Emma was doing. Apologize for the impromptu trip. See if she needed help.
He raised his hand to knock on the stateroom door.
Absolutely not thinking about her sweet face as she brought herself to orgasm… His head snapped down to behold the tent in his pants.
Craptastic crunch, he was right back where he started.
Chapter Seven
At the knock on her stateroom door, Emma hurried to where she’d hung her shirt and pants but paused. Her skin felt tight and sensitive, and for some reason she couldn’t stand the thought of putting her clothes on. She compromised by leaving the pants and only tugging on her still-damp shirt. Yanking the hem to stretch over her ass, she cracked the door.
Her boss’s torso filled the gap. And then he breathed in, his already-immense chest expanding until it nearly blinded her.
Any peace she’d attained from her personal massage session exploded at the sight of those huge pectorals winging under their semi-concealing sweater vest.
Heat flushed her face and made her scrunch her eyes momentarily before she adjusted her gaze up a foot to meet his.
Deep caring filled his gaze, matched by a direct, male power. It made her whole body flush hot. Would he stare into my eyes like this as he came inside me …yikes. “Dr. Light! Um…is something wrong?”
“Gabriel, remember?” His quick grin added a touch of boyish charm to the aura of male power. “No, nothing’s wrong. I came by for a change of clothes from my bag. And I was wondering if we could talk?”
“You mean about what happened before?”
To her surprise, he stiffened. With obvious deliberation, he eased his stance, sliding hands into his baggy pants pockets. “What happened before, meaning the problem with Bruiser and the escape? Yes.”
What else could she have meant? “Maybe give me a minute? I was taking a nap.” She pushed at her hair. “I must look like I just climbed out of bed.”
His lids clenched briefly, and he swallowed hard, his color rising.
“Oh, I wasn’t suggesting…I simply must look a fright.” Not the other reason for that right-out-of-bed look.
“I wouldn’t have gotten you out of bed…” More eye-clenching and throat clearing.
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