Page 129 of The Cruelest Undead

He’s staring at me but not saying anything. His leg is against mine, and I can feel his heart racing.

Well, that said it all.

He’s the one. He feels it too. You’re very lucky to have found your mate, Cerise.

Only, there was one problem.

He doesn’t know what I am. He’s afraid too. I can feel his fear.

Jolie knew the one sure fire way to make him calm down, and escalate this all at the same time.

Kiss him. That should do all it needs to do. Once you combine your auras, and you open to him, he’ll know what you know. Trust me.

Are you sure?

Oh, I am very sure. Have you met Flynn and Jacques?Jolie asked.

Well, she had, so she trusted Jolie.

When she looked over at him, the man’s blue eyes were focused on her, as if he was staring into her soul.

“Yes?” she asked. “You look like you want to ask me something.”

Oh, he really did.

She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen in his whole life, and he had this overwhelming need to touch her.

“How long have you been a cop?” Logan asked, wanting to break the ice.

“It’s been a while,” she admitted, not giving him the true length of time. If she did, that brought up more questions.

He laughed.

“Can you put a date on that?”

“I could, but a lady never gives away her age,” she said, finding a way not to tell him.

Yeah, she was chickening out.

Sue her.

Cerise couldn’t help but want to see what kissing him would be like. She could feel the heat coming from his body, and it was making her twitchy.

In all the good ways.

“And you?” she asked, turning in the seat to face him. “How long have you been a detective?” she asked, pointing at his gold badge.

“I’ve been a detective for two years. I moved here from Michigan. It’s too damn cold there for me. I’m not a snow person.”

She understood that.

“I lived in Massachusetts,” she admitted. “I get it. Snow isn’t as fun as is sounds.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

She shrugged. Cerise didn’t think that would hurt. That’s why they had names, right?

“Sure, Detective. Ask away.”

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