Page 95 of Walking in Darkness

Yes, he was uncomfortable having other paranormals around his treasure, although technically, the crew wouldn’t have access to his actual hoard. They were basically adding another underground storage area next to his, and it was going to comprise several weeks of nonstop work.

“Are you starting something, Hudson?” Kit asked as he walked into their private quarters.

Hoard forgotten, Hudson turned on his heel and made a beeline toward Kit. Grabbing his face, he planted a kiss on Kit’s lips and then stepped back.

“I could. Start something, that is, because you look delicious.”

Kit struck a pose, his hand on his hip. “Why, thank you, darling.”

Kit wore black leather pants, but the leather material on his right leg stopped midthigh, and from there down to his ankle was sheer black mesh.

On his feet he wore simple black flats. The belt had D rings on it. His shirt was something Hudson had never seen before. It had long sleeves, and the sleeve part, up to his elbows, looked like a black pinstriped dress shirt.

The rest of the shirt resembled a plain black T-shirt with what looked like cream-colored fishnet around the top of it. Hudson had been so confused about the shirt he’d snagged Kit’s arm while they were eating breakfast so he could investigate it.

It was actually one shirt made together instead of the two he’d originally thought. Kit had topped off the look with a pearlnecklace, a couple of pearl bracelets, and pearl stud earrings. He’d been on a pearl kick lately.

Kit had also braided his hair, and his makeup was natural looking.

The very first thing Hudson planned to do this evening when they visited his hoard was start replacing Kit’s costume jewelry with the real thing. His dragon was itching to see Kit covered in his gems.

He hoped Kit wouldn’t protest too much. Humans were odd like that. Well, some were. He had a feeling Kit was going to be one of those who objected to Hudson covering him in gold and jewelry.

“Let me get out of my dress clothes and then let’s go eat. I noticed the food was ready on my way back here,” Kit said. He kissed Connie on the cheek and then walked into the closet.

Kit had moved a few things into their bedroom, but most of his clothing was still in the guest room because there simply wasn’t a lot of room in the master closet. That was another thing that was going to be addressed starting this weekend, along with the master bath.

Speaking of things to address, they needed to make a trip to Kit’s apartment and get the rest of his clothes. The lease needed to be broken, and his stuff moved.

A few minutes later, Kit returned in a pair of jeans with strategically placed light blue lace patches, dark blue lace-covered tennis shoes, and a light blue crop top that was open in the back. Only a single button held it together, and there was beading hanging off the hem of the shirt.

“Only you could make a pair of jeans and half a T-shirt look like something from Fashion Week,” Connie said.

“What?” Kit looked at what he had on. Grinning, he winked at Connie. “This old thing?”

Connie snickered. “Yeah, that old thing. You outshine the both of us.”

Hudson glanced at himself and then at Connie. His mate wasn’t wrong. Hudson had changed out of his suit, but he wore jeans and a button-down shirt.

Connie was more casually dressed in khaki shorts and a knit shirt. No doubt about it, Kit was the most fashionable out of the three of them.

“I think we all look marvelous.” Kit hooked his arms through theirs. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

AFTER DINNER, they returned to Hudson’s quarters. Once there, he showed Kit the hidden door in their closet that would lead to his hoard.

The vault was underground and practically inaccessible, but there was a tunnel that led from the hoard out into the woods near the house.

No compound should be without several escape routes.

Hudson stood before a deceptive-looking regular door in the closet. Of course it was steel, and of course it was thick. There was a computerized panel next to it.

He tapped in a combination of numbers, then leaned in close. A beam scanned his eye, then he placed his palm on the panel. That too was scanned.

“That’s some fancy technology,” Kit said.

“It’s set in such a way that only living tissue will activate the locks.”

Kit stared at the panel. “Was that a retinal scan or an iris scan?”

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