Page 51 of Twilight Destiny

“Into Marvel, huh?”

“I like superheroes.” Kincaid was built like Thor, she thought. Tall and broad-shouldered and incredibly strong. “Who’s your favorite hero?”

“Batman.”

“He’s not really a superhero,” Rosa remarked. “He doesn’t have any supernatural powers like Superman or The Flash.”

“True, but he’s got a cool car.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Rosa said, as their drinks arrived. She stared at the wine in her glass. The red suddenly reminded her of blood. And Jake. Always Jake.

“Rosa?”

“Oh, sorry. Did you say something?”

“I asked if you’d like to go out to dinner later?”

She was pondering her answer when something drew her gaze toward the entrance. She stared at the man standing there, felt her heart do a somersault when his gaze met hers. And then he was striding toward her, tall and dark with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Jake,” she murmured when he stopped beside her.

Dunsmore frowned as he glanced from Rosa’s face to the stranger and back again. There was no mistaking the jealousy blazing in the giant’s eyes. Scooting across the length of the booth, he stammered, “Excuse me, I didn’t know she … that, uh … ” Leaving his sentence unfinished, he edged around the big man glaring down at Rosa and made a hasty exit.

“Who the hell was that?” Kincaid hissed.

“Nobody. Sit down. People are staring.”

A low growl rose in his throat but he did as she asked.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you think?”

To avoid answering, she sipped her wine, her mind in turmoil, her whole being yearning toward him.

“You left without so much as a goodbye,” he said, his voice thick with accusation.

“It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.”

He took a deep breath, held it, and released it in a long, slow sigh.

“What are you doing here?” she asked again.

“Saintcrow thinks you’re good for me.”

She lifted one brow. “He does, huh? And what do you think?”

“I think I was a fool not to come after you sooner. Let’s get out of here.”

Dunsmore hadn’t paid for their drinks. Rosa was reaching for her wallet when Kincaid stood and slapped a twenty on the table.

Hoping she wasn’t making a big mistake, Rosa stood and followed him out of the nightclub. “What now?”

He shrugged. “We need to talk.”

“My car’s in the lot.” She felt like a rabbit being stalked by a lion as he followed her around the side of the building. After unlocking the door, she slid behind the wheel. Her car, a two-door Civic, had never seemed particularly small until Jake opened the passenger door and settled into the seat.

His power filled the interior. Whether he was angry or jealous or both, she didn’t know. She couldn’t help wondering if it was even safe for her to be alone with him in his present mood.

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