Siren's Serenade (The Wiccan Haus)

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women the world over made when they thought men didn’t have a single brain cell between them. “I can’t explain now, but I want to come. I really do. I’m just not sure how we would make it work.”
    “We leave here on the boat that takes us back to the mainland. From there we drive to Bangor and catch a flight to Alaska.”
    She gnawed her bottom lip and pushed away. Damn it, he wasn’t going to beg her to follow him. Lifting his arms from the water, he pulled himself out to sit on the edge of the spring. When she didn’t make any move to turn back toward him, Kaleb cursed, got to his feet, and walked over to the discrete towel rack a few feet away.
    “Is the thought of living with me so troubling?”
    “No! It’s not that.”
    Wrapping the towel around his waist, he turned back to her. “Then what is it? Explain it to me.”
    “Alaska is really cold.”
    “Yes, it can be cold, but it’s summer right now and the temperatures aren’t much different there than they are here.” When she didn’t answer, he grabbed his pants, pulled them on, jammed his feet into his shoes, and started walking away. “You know what? If all you wanted was a holiday lay, then you should have just said so.”
    Angry at her, disgusted with himself, and peeved with the damned Master Chief who had him sent here, Kaleb stormed down the moonlit path toward the cabin. He didn’t really want to go back there, not tonight, and he cursed giving up his room. Why the hell didn’t this place have a bar or something? A fucking beer would definitely do the trick right now.
    God, how stupid could he be, thinking she would follow him to Alaska or thinking she was interested in anything other than his cock?
    “Mother fucker!”
    “Excuse me?”
    Dana? Kaleb looked to either side, and he saw her coming out of the wooded area, basket in hand. “What are you doing in the woods at this time of the night?”
    “I wanted some apples.” She smiled and handed him one.
    Kaleb took it, not sure why, but took it nonetheless. “You couldn’t have waited until morning? Where’s Rekkus?”
    “Why does everyone ask that? We aren’t joined at the hip. And if I want an apple, I will get an apple.” She actually stomped her foot and headed down the path.
    Okay, crazy hormonal woman. Kaleb put up his hands in defeat. “At least let me walk you back.”
    “Suit yourself,” she mumbled before stopping so fast Kaleb nearly bumped into her. “Sorry, I’m just feeling a little smothered right now, and with the full moon coming, it’s only going to get worse. Rekkus won’t let me out at night in a few more days, and you know I love the big lug, but he can be a bit on the high-handed side.”
    “You don’t say?” He wanted to say, No kidding, but felt it better to keep his opinions to himself. He grabbed the basket of apples from her for a lack of something better to do.
    “Where’s Serena?”
    “We aren’t joined at the hip, you know.”
    Dana smiled, and her shoulders relaxed as she started walking again. “Sorry, really, but you two are never far from the other.”
    “Yes, well, that will change soon. I’m leaving on Saturday.”
    “And?”
    “And I asked her to go with me, and in not so many words she let me know she wasn’t interested.”
    “Oh. I see.”
    “I’m glad someone does.”
    “You’re heading back to Alaska, yes?”
    He nodded, an uncomfortable lump forming in his throat.
    “You do realize that other than her family’s hunting grounds and this island, she really hasn’t been anywhere else? I’m sure the thought of going to Alaska is terrifying for her. She’s never flown, and she really has to swim every day at least for her sanity. And in her mind, Alaska’s waters might be too cold.”
    “There are indoor pools.”
    “Right, but I doubt she knows about them.” He was about to question that crazy statement when Dana continued. “She’s led a sheltered life.”
    “No one is that sheltered.” He thought for a

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