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we’re out of here.”
“No. I want to know now .” She sat on the edge of the couch and crossed her legs.
The temperature had dropped considerably since yesterday so she’d put on a tight
turtleneck sweater dress with knee-high boots with four-inch heels. She didn’t miss the
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way his gaze lingered on her legs and she also couldn’t help the way her panties
dampened at the evident lust in his dark eyes.
“I can throw you over my shoulder, Marisol.” His voice was wry.
“You could, but I won’t make it easy for you. Do you really want people paying
attention to you? Remembering you were here?” She couldn’t bite back a grin at his
annoyed expression. He might be an alpha wolf but so was she. She didn’t take well to
orders, even if they were from her mate.
He swore softly under his breath and released her luggage. “I’m meeting with Perez
tonight and in case things go wrong, I don’t want you here alone. It’s doubtful he even
knows we left the club together, but I won’t take the chance.”
“You’re meeting with him? What does that mean?” Her heart quickened.
“I…I can’t tell you.”
“Why can’t I go with you?” she persisted. If he was meeting Perez, this was the
perfect opportunity for her to get to him.
“You just can’t.”
“So you’re going to go party with him and a bunch of his whores and you want me
to stay home? If that’s how you treat your mate—”
“Damn it, Marisol! You know that’s not what I meant. This is my job.”
Wordlessly she stood and strode past him. Something told her that no matter how
much she gave him the silent treatment, it wouldn’t matter. She needed to devise a plan
to make him listen to her. It sounded as if tonight’s meeting was important and it might
be the only chance she ever got to kill Perez. If only she could convince him to let her go
with him. No, that would never work. She’d just find another way to get to Perez.
She was silent as they made their way to the elevator and once they were cruising
down the road in his dark SUV, she finally broke the silence when it was obvious he
wasn’t planning to. “Is tonight’s meeting important?”
“Very.” Simple, one-word answer.
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She tapped her finger against the center console and gritted her teeth. If he didn’t
want to talk, that was fine with her. She’d been living by herself for the past year with
no real friends. It was a little depressing, but she’d gotten used to silence.
Palm trees and cars whizzed by as he headed toward Key Biscayne. She hadn’t
realized how close downtown Miami was to the barrier island. Before she realized it,
they were pulling down the long private driveway of his beach house. He hadn’t said it
outright, but his pack had to have a lot of money to own a private stretch of beach in
south Florida. A lot.
Hers had done well enough for themselves and she’d managed to leave California
with a large chunk of funds but nothing compared to what the Lazos pack must have.
She couldn’t help but wonder what Stephan’s real place looked like and what he must
have thought of hers. All the furniture she’d gotten at second-hand stores and she
didn’t live in the best part of town—
“Stop, you’re killing me,” Stephan muttered.
“What?” She shot him a quick glance.
“Whatever you’re feeling insecure about, just stop…please. It hurts.”
“You can read my mind?” She’d heard of mates being linked telepathically, but
they hadn’t bonded so she’d assumed it wouldn’t happen.
“No. I can feel your insecurities.” He reached out and squeezed her hand.
Of all the things he could have done or said, that surprised her the most. She froze
for a moment but didn’t pull away. Human touch was something she’d desperately
craved over the past year. Her pack had been big and loud and often obnoxious, but
she’d loved them. She missed her oldest sister’s
“No. I want to know now .” She sat on the edge of the couch and crossed her legs.
The temperature had dropped considerably since yesterday so she’d put on a tight
turtleneck sweater dress with knee-high boots with four-inch heels. She didn’t miss the
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way his gaze lingered on her legs and she also couldn’t help the way her panties
dampened at the evident lust in his dark eyes.
“I can throw you over my shoulder, Marisol.” His voice was wry.
“You could, but I won’t make it easy for you. Do you really want people paying
attention to you? Remembering you were here?” She couldn’t bite back a grin at his
annoyed expression. He might be an alpha wolf but so was she. She didn’t take well to
orders, even if they were from her mate.
He swore softly under his breath and released her luggage. “I’m meeting with Perez
tonight and in case things go wrong, I don’t want you here alone. It’s doubtful he even
knows we left the club together, but I won’t take the chance.”
“You’re meeting with him? What does that mean?” Her heart quickened.
“I…I can’t tell you.”
“Why can’t I go with you?” she persisted. If he was meeting Perez, this was the
perfect opportunity for her to get to him.
“You just can’t.”
“So you’re going to go party with him and a bunch of his whores and you want me
to stay home? If that’s how you treat your mate—”
“Damn it, Marisol! You know that’s not what I meant. This is my job.”
Wordlessly she stood and strode past him. Something told her that no matter how
much she gave him the silent treatment, it wouldn’t matter. She needed to devise a plan
to make him listen to her. It sounded as if tonight’s meeting was important and it might
be the only chance she ever got to kill Perez. If only she could convince him to let her go
with him. No, that would never work. She’d just find another way to get to Perez.
She was silent as they made their way to the elevator and once they were cruising
down the road in his dark SUV, she finally broke the silence when it was obvious he
wasn’t planning to. “Is tonight’s meeting important?”
“Very.” Simple, one-word answer.
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She tapped her finger against the center console and gritted her teeth. If he didn’t
want to talk, that was fine with her. She’d been living by herself for the past year with
no real friends. It was a little depressing, but she’d gotten used to silence.
Palm trees and cars whizzed by as he headed toward Key Biscayne. She hadn’t
realized how close downtown Miami was to the barrier island. Before she realized it,
they were pulling down the long private driveway of his beach house. He hadn’t said it
outright, but his pack had to have a lot of money to own a private stretch of beach in
south Florida. A lot.
Hers had done well enough for themselves and she’d managed to leave California
with a large chunk of funds but nothing compared to what the Lazos pack must have.
She couldn’t help but wonder what Stephan’s real place looked like and what he must
have thought of hers. All the furniture she’d gotten at second-hand stores and she
didn’t live in the best part of town—
“Stop, you’re killing me,” Stephan muttered.
“What?” She shot him a quick glance.
“Whatever you’re feeling insecure about, just stop…please. It hurts.”
“You can read my mind?” She’d heard of mates being linked telepathically, but
they hadn’t bonded so she’d assumed it wouldn’t happen.
“No. I can feel your insecurities.” He reached out and squeezed her hand.
Of all the things he could have done or said, that surprised her the most. She froze
for a moment but didn’t pull away. Human touch was something she’d desperately
craved over the past year. Her pack had been big and loud and often obnoxious, but
she’d loved them. She missed her oldest sister’s
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