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Authors: Sadie Hart
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But for the first time since they started this search, Tavis really cared. That little girl wasn’t just some pissant his brother wanted dead.
She would be the key to luring Rift out of hiding.
He stared at the crumpled photograph in his hand. “Would Sawyer know about Rift? Would she take Kinsey to him?”
They both turned to look at Jenna then and the woman cried out, fear twisting across her face. “Yes. Yes . She saw the file.”
“The file?” Dougal took a dangerous step towards her.
“The PI file. I hired one to—” Dougal launched across the room and grabbed her by the throat, hauling her off the bed. “Where is he?!”
“Here,” Jenna sobbed. “The other side of the state, but Texas!”
Dougal flung her to the ground, his shoulders heaving with rage.
Tavis watched, feeling nothing for the woman. He was already beginning to put the pieces together.
“I want a location,” Dougal said and Tavis knew before Jenna could even say it.
“Dave’s Cavern. A little dive bar off the highway out west. Sans and Jerome said they caught up with Sawyer and the kid there. She was with a male lion.”
A roar ripped out of Dougal and he spun on his brother. “And they let them get away?”
Tavis jerked his head in a nod. “Don’t worry. This time, I’m going with them. I guarantee we’ll find them.”
“You’d better. Or we will never get him for what he did to our sister.”
And that was something neither one of them could live with.
***
Rift woke with Sawyer still pressed to his chest, her breath warm against his neck, her legs tangled in his, the sheets wrapped around them. Damn. He wanted this moment to last forever. He gave a small, contented rumble and angled his face to look at her. Soft morning sunshine gave her skin a porcelain glow. Lifting one hand, Rift ran a fingertip down the edge of her jaw. Beautiful.
Then her face tilted into his touch, her lips so tempting, and he leaned down. His kiss was gentle at first, just a brush of skin on skin, the lightest of touches. Sawyer moaned in her sleep, her hand tightening on his shoulder, and Rift couldn’t stop himself now.
He kissed her awake, his lips molding hers in the morning light, soothing, seducing. He nibbled along her bottom lip until she made another small sound and her lips parted, letting him in. Rolling her onto her back, he braced himself above her and deepened the kiss. Tasting her. Exploring every contour of her mouth, feeling her tongue dance with his. He knew the moment the haze of sleep slipped away and she woke in his arms.
She stiffened, just barely, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, one hand slipped up to the base of his neck and played in his hair, tickling, teasing. Then she gripped him there and kissed him back with enough force Rift nearly lost himself in the tide of sensations pouring through him.
He broke the kiss first, angling his head to kiss down the side of her cheek, then to the curve of her neck. He nipped along the skin, felt her fingers tighten around the back of his neck, holding him to her. “Rift,” she whispered, his name just a breath in the air between them.
A soft, subtle plea.
He nipped at her pulse, where he could feel her heart hammering wildly. His hand slid under her shirt, trailing small circles up her belly, reaching higher as Sawyer arched into his touch. She made another quiet, pleading sound, and Rift turned to steal her lips with his again. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth instead, just as Rona meowed from the other bed.
They both froze.
The cat meowed again, louder. Insistent.
Damn cat . Rift pulled away, his lips curling back to snarl, when he watched the cat leap onto Kinsey’s chest and rub her head against the girl’s cheek. “Rona,” he hissed, just as Kinsey gave a tired groan and lifted a hand to scratch the cat behind the ear.
The cat called again and Kinsey pulled her in for a quick hug. “Hungry?”
“Shit,” Rift breathed and rolled off
She would be the key to luring Rift out of hiding.
He stared at the crumpled photograph in his hand. “Would Sawyer know about Rift? Would she take Kinsey to him?”
They both turned to look at Jenna then and the woman cried out, fear twisting across her face. “Yes. Yes . She saw the file.”
“The file?” Dougal took a dangerous step towards her.
“The PI file. I hired one to—” Dougal launched across the room and grabbed her by the throat, hauling her off the bed. “Where is he?!”
“Here,” Jenna sobbed. “The other side of the state, but Texas!”
Dougal flung her to the ground, his shoulders heaving with rage.
Tavis watched, feeling nothing for the woman. He was already beginning to put the pieces together.
“I want a location,” Dougal said and Tavis knew before Jenna could even say it.
“Dave’s Cavern. A little dive bar off the highway out west. Sans and Jerome said they caught up with Sawyer and the kid there. She was with a male lion.”
A roar ripped out of Dougal and he spun on his brother. “And they let them get away?”
Tavis jerked his head in a nod. “Don’t worry. This time, I’m going with them. I guarantee we’ll find them.”
“You’d better. Or we will never get him for what he did to our sister.”
And that was something neither one of them could live with.
***
Rift woke with Sawyer still pressed to his chest, her breath warm against his neck, her legs tangled in his, the sheets wrapped around them. Damn. He wanted this moment to last forever. He gave a small, contented rumble and angled his face to look at her. Soft morning sunshine gave her skin a porcelain glow. Lifting one hand, Rift ran a fingertip down the edge of her jaw. Beautiful.
Then her face tilted into his touch, her lips so tempting, and he leaned down. His kiss was gentle at first, just a brush of skin on skin, the lightest of touches. Sawyer moaned in her sleep, her hand tightening on his shoulder, and Rift couldn’t stop himself now.
He kissed her awake, his lips molding hers in the morning light, soothing, seducing. He nibbled along her bottom lip until she made another small sound and her lips parted, letting him in. Rolling her onto her back, he braced himself above her and deepened the kiss. Tasting her. Exploring every contour of her mouth, feeling her tongue dance with his. He knew the moment the haze of sleep slipped away and she woke in his arms.
She stiffened, just barely, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, one hand slipped up to the base of his neck and played in his hair, tickling, teasing. Then she gripped him there and kissed him back with enough force Rift nearly lost himself in the tide of sensations pouring through him.
He broke the kiss first, angling his head to kiss down the side of her cheek, then to the curve of her neck. He nipped along the skin, felt her fingers tighten around the back of his neck, holding him to her. “Rift,” she whispered, his name just a breath in the air between them.
A soft, subtle plea.
He nipped at her pulse, where he could feel her heart hammering wildly. His hand slid under her shirt, trailing small circles up her belly, reaching higher as Sawyer arched into his touch. She made another quiet, pleading sound, and Rift turned to steal her lips with his again. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth instead, just as Rona meowed from the other bed.
They both froze.
The cat meowed again, louder. Insistent.
Damn cat . Rift pulled away, his lips curling back to snarl, when he watched the cat leap onto Kinsey’s chest and rub her head against the girl’s cheek. “Rona,” he hissed, just as Kinsey gave a tired groan and lifted a hand to scratch the cat behind the ear.
The cat called again and Kinsey pulled her in for a quick hug. “Hungry?”
“Shit,” Rift breathed and rolled off
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