Page 58 of Soulmates
I’m hypnotized by the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “We can defer until after we find David.”
He gives a sharp inhale. “David.”
Just that quickly, the spell is broken. Trajan stiffens; the biceps I’m using as a pillow jerks away. Though I do my best to hang on to the mood, my erection softens.
“David’s the first guy who made me smile since you left.”
I shift away from him. It’s one thing to deal with his anger, another to hear him talk about his new man.
“Hell, he gave me a reason to keep living.”
I wince, the guilt clawing at my heart.
“I know you and I have history, but I don’t want to hurt him.”
I clear my throat. “I don’t either.” I really don’t. The young wolf is easy to like. “I won’t interfere with the two of you.”
I slip off the bed and go to the bathroom for a towel and some space. I clean up, leaving Trajan to his thoughts.
When I come out, Trajan’s dressed and standing in the middle of the room. “Ready to go?” he asks.
I nod. Time to find the wolf.
Chapter Twenty
“THIS MIGHT BE the world’s saddest cliché.” Trajan is hunkered down next to me, all dark clothing and pale, pale skin.
I lift my brows in lieu of asking why.
He snorts a laugh. “Look at us, man. We’re hiding out in an empty office in a deserted building, watching a bunch of mysterious dudes bag who knows what from an unlit warehouse.”
I rub my chin to disguise a smile. Trajan’s attempts at slang didn’t always work. “They’re mysterious, all right.”
They are. Four men, dressed in black, hustling unmarked boxes out a side door of a supposed storage facility and into the bed of a dark pickup truck. Their auras are muted, as if they somehow managed to hide even themselves.
A second small vehicle, a Mini Cooper or one of those little Fiats, is parked in front of the truck. The Alpha’s notes aren’t terribly clear on what was stored there, but I can hazard a guess that if this were a legitimate action, they’d have turned the lights on.
Trajan hashis hair pulled back in a rudimentary nubbin of a ponytail, so for once I can see the whole of his face. His expression is somber, his features embedded in my mind. Allowingthe vampireto believe I was dead is far and away the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and by rights, he should look at me with something close to hatred.Instead, my ass is still raw from his lovemaking.
“It’s like, how many movies have a scene where the good guys are hiding out trying to catch the bad guys doing something bad?” His voice is pitched just above a murmur. “All of them.”
“True.” I catch myself before nudging his shoulder. I’d lost the right to do something as simple as that.
I do want to touch him, though, to reassure myself that we’re really in the same place at the same time. Instead, I busy myself with night-vision goggles. The building we’re watching is a three-story box with a set of double doors directly in front of us and a smaller side door on the north end. Something moves on the far end, and I focus my glasses there.
The block is mostly deserted. The only living things are on two legs, their auras colored with excitement and suspicion. “Damn,” I whisper.
“What?”
He leans over my shoulder, and, as if we’ve rehearsed the choreography, I shift away. His weight, his heat are too distracting.He and the little werewolf are a thing, and I promised myself I’d leave them alone. And I will, as soon as I know they’re safe.
Another movement, this time closer to the door. “It’s a wolf in his fur.”
He grunts, a surprised sound. “I see him. Wonder if he’s wearing a white hat or a black one.”
“A white hat or a black one?” I can’t control a grin.
“Like in the old cowboy movies.” His smile flashes and is gone. “Anyway, we should move closer, because if these guys get busted, you might be able to send in that tracer thing while they’re distracted.”
