Page 34 of Untraced Magic
“Yeah, just a minute!” I called back.
Grabbing my jacket, I followed the guys out of the house, sliding the door of the van open for Colt, who jumped in the back. I pulled out of the driveway with a grin on my face, listening to the banter between the two, happy for the distraction.
“Easy, dude, you’ve got a lot of shit back here!” I heard Colt yell from the back.
I adjusted the rearview mirror to find him and laughed at his sturdy frame balancing on a toolbox among the rest of my shit. His middle finger appeared in the rearview mirror, and I cheekily pumped the brakes just for his benefit.
“You could’ve walked, asshole,” I fired back with a grin.
Swinging the van into the parking lot, I cut the motor, throwing the side door open. Colt jumped out, rubbing his ass.
I slapped him on the back. “Toughen up. No one likes a pussy.”
“Speak for yourself.” Wes smirked, and I gave him a shove as we escaped from the rain inside.
Jinxed had a wicked vibe about it tonight, and I knew even I was not immune to the magic someone had charged the bar with this evening. It spilled its glamour everywhere, mostly in the way the patrons looked at each other, high on whatever emotion came up trumps for the evening.
Whether it be desire, love, or loathing, it filtered through the bar and our skin eagerly soaked it up.
It streaked through my veins and thumped into my lungs, scorching my nerves. My body willingly succumbed to it in an instant, ready for one hell of a ride.
“Suck that in,” said Colt above the music, feeling it too.
I eyed Wes at my side. These nights could be a bit much for him with his gift, a bar full of magic and emotions on steroids.
I gave his shoulder a nudge. “You good?”
He shrugged my arm off. “Yep. Go get us a seat. I’ve got the first round.”
I followed Colt to a vacant booth, and we spread ourselves around, with Wes returning moments later with a handful of drinks.
“Looks like our neighbor got a job here,” he remarked, nodding to the other side of the room full of partygoers.
I followed his line of sight, instantly finding Morgan.
Behind the bar, dressed in a black tank, her bottom half was hidden from sight, and I’d bet money she was wearingthosejeans again. From across the room, she held my stare, and the corner of her lips turned up into a subtle smile as she poured some guy with his back to us a drink.
I pulled my eyes from hers.
I’d told her she needed to stay away from me. But there she was,again. Appearing wherever I seemed to be these days. Not that it was hard in a small town, but fuck if I couldn’t catch a break from her.
Wes’s sarcasm stilled the table. “I think Morgie babe is keen to become the new blood donor in town.” He wrinkled his nose.
I ignored him, noting as he turned to the side the same guy at the bar she’d been dancing with the other night.
I couldn’t rip my eyes from them, a possessive claw itching my skin as she laughed at something he said.
Colt shifted in his seat. “How well do we know this Morgan woman?” he asked. His attention swerved from me, to Wes, and back again.
I gripped my glass tighter. “Wes thinks she’s not who she says she is,” I said evenly.
Colt’s eyes hardened to mine. “And what do you think?”
“I thought she was legit. But now I’m uncertain.”
Colt slowly spun his glass in circles on the table. “Well, whatever she is or isn’t, there’s a vampire on her tail, and we need to make a call here.”
Wes spoke first. “I bet she knows he’s a vampire. Some women dig that shit.”
