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their arms crossed. Were
they holding hands? Did she reach for him in comfort, or for strength? Was she grabbing his leg?
His cock? Would they enjoy the privacy of a hotel room after this pleasant, little chat ended?
And why did he care?
Because at his core, he found Annis the most beautiful, forceful, amazing, intelligent, and
funny female he had ever laid eyes on.
And he hated her for it.
Suddenly, Mia shimmered on the screen, just behind Annis’s shoulder, a reminder of
what a shitty mate he was, how he had broken his vows, and how he would never love another.
He got to his feet quickly, the need to get out of the room as urgent as if the place was
burning to the ground.
“Where are you going?” Hudson asked.
“It’s none of your fucking business. I just need to get out of here,” Cohen said quietly,
and made his way to the door. Behind him he heard, “Bye, Cohen.”
He didn’t answer; he didn’t acknowledge he had been spoken to. But while the words
from that soft and deep, yet feminine, voice vibrated within him, lust and hate fought for first
place.
Chapter 9
Blake ended the Skype chat with the Warriors and exhaled slowly. It had gone better than
he’d thought it would. He knew Noah would be upset that Susan had ended up dead, but there
really wasn’t a choice. Now they just needed to find out how the child trafficking ring Susan was
involved in worked, who the other players were, and if any of them were Colonists.
He stood up and looked around the room. They had made it back to the hotel just before
dawn, and both had crashed and slept until just before dusk. Blake had gotten busy with Susan’s
computer, and Annis lay in bed waiting for her sight to return with the setting sun.
When it had, they ordered room service and called Noah. Now they were waiting for their
food.
Blake paced around the room. It was a nice place. They were staying at the Westin in
Manhattan and decided that getting one room would be the best course of action. Abby, Noah’s
mate, had made reservations for them, getting them into a one-bedroom suite. Blake gave Annis
the bed with the cream-colored comforter and black throw pillows, while he took the dark-brown
pullout couch. He had definitely slept on worse. The walls were painted in the same cream color
as the bedspread, while the desktop and coffee table were a shiny black. The carpet reminded
him of the color of the desert floor—a light dirt color.
“I’m going to take a shower, Blake,” Annis said.
He nodded and continued to pace.
They were scheduled to leave in the morning. The original assignment had been two
nights of watching, studying, and maybe a little B&E or a possible chat with Susan. Those two
nights had turned into a couple of hours, then a murder.
But whatever. Honestly, the world was better off without people like her.
Blake sat down at the desk and opened up Susan’s laptop, pushing his own aside. He
hadn’t had much time to go through things last night, so he was hoping that tonight would yield
some results so that they weren’t at a dead end.
While he waited for the computer to warm up, he grabbed the remote and flipped on the
TV. As he cruised the channels, he thought about last night.
Had Annis wanted him to kiss her?
God knew he had wanted to. He was so attracted to her that the thought of her in the
shower, naked with white soapy bubbles running down her chocolate skin just a few feet away
from him, made his jeans uncomfortably tight.
Yes, he wanted her, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he wasn’t making a
move. It just seemed like the wrong thing to do. Maybe it was because they were such close
friends and he didn’t want to screw it up. Or maybe it was because they were such close friends
and you weren’t supposed to want to take your friends to bed. Or maybe it was because he was
afraid she would reject him.
Sighing heavily, he ran his hand over the stubble on the top of his
they holding hands? Did she reach for him in comfort, or for strength? Was she grabbing his leg?
His cock? Would they enjoy the privacy of a hotel room after this pleasant, little chat ended?
And why did he care?
Because at his core, he found Annis the most beautiful, forceful, amazing, intelligent, and
funny female he had ever laid eyes on.
And he hated her for it.
Suddenly, Mia shimmered on the screen, just behind Annis’s shoulder, a reminder of
what a shitty mate he was, how he had broken his vows, and how he would never love another.
He got to his feet quickly, the need to get out of the room as urgent as if the place was
burning to the ground.
“Where are you going?” Hudson asked.
“It’s none of your fucking business. I just need to get out of here,” Cohen said quietly,
and made his way to the door. Behind him he heard, “Bye, Cohen.”
He didn’t answer; he didn’t acknowledge he had been spoken to. But while the words
from that soft and deep, yet feminine, voice vibrated within him, lust and hate fought for first
place.
Chapter 9
Blake ended the Skype chat with the Warriors and exhaled slowly. It had gone better than
he’d thought it would. He knew Noah would be upset that Susan had ended up dead, but there
really wasn’t a choice. Now they just needed to find out how the child trafficking ring Susan was
involved in worked, who the other players were, and if any of them were Colonists.
He stood up and looked around the room. They had made it back to the hotel just before
dawn, and both had crashed and slept until just before dusk. Blake had gotten busy with Susan’s
computer, and Annis lay in bed waiting for her sight to return with the setting sun.
When it had, they ordered room service and called Noah. Now they were waiting for their
food.
Blake paced around the room. It was a nice place. They were staying at the Westin in
Manhattan and decided that getting one room would be the best course of action. Abby, Noah’s
mate, had made reservations for them, getting them into a one-bedroom suite. Blake gave Annis
the bed with the cream-colored comforter and black throw pillows, while he took the dark-brown
pullout couch. He had definitely slept on worse. The walls were painted in the same cream color
as the bedspread, while the desktop and coffee table were a shiny black. The carpet reminded
him of the color of the desert floor—a light dirt color.
“I’m going to take a shower, Blake,” Annis said.
He nodded and continued to pace.
They were scheduled to leave in the morning. The original assignment had been two
nights of watching, studying, and maybe a little B&E or a possible chat with Susan. Those two
nights had turned into a couple of hours, then a murder.
But whatever. Honestly, the world was better off without people like her.
Blake sat down at the desk and opened up Susan’s laptop, pushing his own aside. He
hadn’t had much time to go through things last night, so he was hoping that tonight would yield
some results so that they weren’t at a dead end.
While he waited for the computer to warm up, he grabbed the remote and flipped on the
TV. As he cruised the channels, he thought about last night.
Had Annis wanted him to kiss her?
God knew he had wanted to. He was so attracted to her that the thought of her in the
shower, naked with white soapy bubbles running down her chocolate skin just a few feet away
from him, made his jeans uncomfortably tight.
Yes, he wanted her, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he wasn’t making a
move. It just seemed like the wrong thing to do. Maybe it was because they were such close
friends and he didn’t want to screw it up. Or maybe it was because they were such close friends
and you weren’t supposed to want to take your friends to bed. Or maybe it was because he was
afraid she would reject him.
Sighing heavily, he ran his hand over the stubble on the top of his
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