Page 113 of Twilight Destiny

“Sorry.”

“You were thinking about Paul, weren’t you?”

“Yeah. We have to find a way to destroy Luca. It’s the only way any of us will ever have any peace.”

She ran her hands over his broad chest, slipped her fingers under the sheet that covered him from his hips down. “Can’t you think about him later?” she purred, and laughed softly as his arousal became blatantly evident.

“Think about who?” he growled, as he rose over her and captured her lips with his.

Rosa brushed a kiss across Jake’s cheek before she slipped out of bed. Caught in the Dark Sleep, he didn’t stir.

She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower, thinking she hated to wash away Jake’s scent, which was all over her. She felt her cheeks heat when she remembered how she had caressed him, the pleasure it had given her to know she could touch him anywhere she wanted, that she had been able to please him. He had certainly pleased her! She had suspected he would be a wonderful lover, but wonderful didn’t begin to describe the way he had made her feel, the joy she felt just looking at him. The man was gorgeous from head to foot and everywhere in-between. She blushed as she recalled how eagerly she had explored his hard, muscular body, the way he had instantly responded to her touch, the husky sound of his voice as he declared he loved her, would always love her.

She stood under the hot spray for a long time, her thoughts gradually turning toward less pleasant things, like what they were going to do about Rhinehart, and how and when to tell her family she had married Jake.

After washing her hair, she stepped out of the stall, wrapped herself in one of the fluffy hotel towels, and dried her hair with the dryer also provided by the hotel. “I could get used to this,” she murmured. Everything she could possibly want was there—scented soap, hand lotion, shampoo and conditioner, the blow dryer, toothpaste and brushes, enough towels for five people.

Slipping into a bathrobe, also provided by the hotel, she called room service and ordered breakfast.

How long would Jake rest? she wondered. And what would she do until he woke? Would he want to make love again? She certainly did.

She glanced at her cell phone, lying on the coffee table. Should she call her parents? Micah? Sofia? She was still trying to decide when her breakfast arrived.

She ate at the table by the window. Reno, hailed as The Biggest Little City in the World, had an abundance of hotels and casinos, some of which were visible from where she sat.

It was near noon when she got dressed. Thinking she needed a diversion, she grabbed her handbag. When in doubt, when you had decisions you didn’t want to make, shopping was always a pleasant diversion. She hesitated a moment, wondering at the wisdom of going out, then shrugged. They were miles away from Morgan Creek. Rhinehart was locked up. And no one knew where they were.

Kincaid went from nothingness to awareness in the blink of an eye. He knew immediately that Rosa had left their hotel room. Muttering an oath, he took a quick shower, dressed, and followed her unique scent to the elevator and down to the lobby. He stood there a moment, separating his bride’s scent from the hundreds of others.

He found her in the hotel dress shop, standing in front of a mirror, turning this way and that, her brow furrowed. “I like it,” he said, coming up behind her.

She whirled around, her lips curved in a smile. “Do you?”

“I said so, didn’t I?”

“Do you like the color?”

“I like you.”

“I like you, too.” She glanced at her reflection again and nodded. “I think I’ll take it.”

He waited while she changed into her own clothes, then followed her to the cash register. When she pulled her credit card out of her wallet, he shook his head and paid for the dress.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, as they left the store.

“You’re my wife. I intend to provide for you. And,” he said with a wicked grin, “satisfy all your wants and desires.”

“Like you did last night?”

“Absolutely.” The look in his eyes made her whole being smile.

They wandered down the street, stopping in at the Peppermill Casino so Rosa could try her luck at the slots and the craps table.

“I never knew gambling was so much fun,” she exclaimed.

“Especially when you’re winning.”

“I guess that helps. Let’s go try the Blackjack table.”

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