Page 40 of Twilight Destiny

Rosa had just finished her Cobb salad when Kincaid strolled into the restaurant.

Her heart immediately skipped a beat. Tall, dark and dangerous, she thought, and sexy as the day was long. Between Jake and Saintcrow, she felt small and helpless and yet protected at the same time.

Kincaid nodded at Saintcrow as he took the chair beside Rosa. “I hope this isn’t a private meeting,” he remarked.

“It was,” Saintcrow said, but there was no animosity in his voice. “I’m guessing you’re not here to see me.”

“Right the first time.”

“I can take a hint,” Saintcrow said, pushing away from the table. “I’ll take care of the check, Rosa.”

“Thank you.” She hadn’t paid for a meal—or anything else—since she’d been here.

“No problem. See you back at the house later.” He sent a look she couldn’t decipher toward Kincaid, then headed for the door.

“Any plans for today?” Jake asked.

“No.”

“Good.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Nothing, really. I just wanted to spend it with you.”

She was melting inside, she thought. How was she going to tell him goodbye when the time came?

“Are you ready to go?”

Rosa nodded. She had been thinking about a slice of banana cream pie for dessert, but being alone with Kincaid was far more tempting.

He followed her out of the restaurant, held the door while she slid into the Mustang’s passenger seat. Settling behind the wheel, he gunned the engine, then pulled away from the curb and headed for the bridge. Moments later, they were driving down the highway. It felt like flying, she mused, with the wind blowing in her hair and the countryside speeding past.

“Where are we going?” she asked as the miles slipped by.

“Wherever you want.”

“I don’t care.”

Another five miles passed before he turned onto a side road which led to a grassy picnic area with wooden tables and a couple of firepits. A narrow stream cut its way through a small stand of timber. Cottonwood trees provided welcome patches of shade.

Kincaid pulled a blanket from the back seat and spread it under the trees. As soon as they sat down, he took her in his arms. “I can’t seem to stay away from you.”

“Do you want to?”

“No. That’s the trouble.” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “I can’t think of anything but you.”

His scent surrounded her as he pulled her down on top of him, his hands stroking up and down her back, along her thighs. She rested her cheek on his chest and closed her eyes.

“Rosa.” He trailed his fingers along the side of her neck. “Let me.”

She rolled off of him and sat up, hands clenched in her lap.

Muttering, “Sorry,” Kincaid jackknifed to a sitting position, his eyes dark, his whole body tense.

“Kadie said I should let you bite me, that I’d like it. Would I?”

“Probably.”

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