Page 12 of Hooked on a Witch
Her cheeks flushed and she muttered, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Yeah, he would.
“Why do you hunt these people? It sounds like a thankless job, not to mention life-threatening.”
Time to get off this topic.
She gazed at him in silence for a few moments. “You don’t do this by choice, do you? Like me, you’re stuck with some sort of legacy crap.”
“Some things we can control and some we cannot.”
“I understand an unwanted legacy.”
He wouldn’t discuss his life of facing off with all manner of evil as the Enforcer, a hell destined to end in a few days when his gods-decreed judgment day arrived. A part of him saw it as a positive to end the endless chase and annihilations. The other half of him wasn’t ready to die. He glanced over at Shannon.
She stared out the windshield, her delicate shoulders stiff.
He appreciated her sexy, skimpy dark top and tight jeans. Her eyeliner had run a bit, but it didn’t detract. It added a smoky sexiness to the overall package. He had no idea what she’d been up to since high school and hadn’t asked those in the area who might know because then he might’ve tracked her down.
No jumping on the Shannon train. Not then. Not now.
His body didn’t give a shit about logic. It wanted on the Shannon train in the first class cabin where there’d be a bed and an overnight trip.
The timing sucked. He resented his life being cut short. Yet another reason to keep his hands to himself around her.
He brushed a stray mosquito off her arm as he braked at a light.
She inhaled sharply.
“Mosquito. Didn’t want it to bite.” He didn’t trust himself to meet her gaze. Why the hell was he explaining himself?
“Thanks.” Her voice dropped low, super sexy. “What are you?”
I’m in dangerous waters is what I am.
His gaze darted her way despite his brain yelling, “don’t do it.” He glanced down her long, lean limbs.Thosewere some serious, deadly curves. He’d always been an ass-and-tits man. Holy hell, this woman delivered on that fantasy. He wanted to kiss her so hard she’d melt, like she’d done on the night in the woods long ago.
She meant his abilities and job, of course. His clouded brain detected the subtle transfer of energy. Magic. “Did you try to use some sort of coercive crap on me?”
“If I did, it didn’t work.” Her seductive smile disappeared.
Good. At least he wouldn’t worry she could sway his mind by use of magic.
“Why’re you down here in South Carolina, Shannon?”
Her gaze met his, but she didn’t answer. There were depths and shadows in her eyes that made him wonder what she left unsaid.
Her here now, mere days before his Greek gods’ judgment day, was suspicious. The gods could meddle all they wanted in his life, but he refused to play their games. Maybe her presence was a test. Throw the most tempting yet off-limits woman he’d ever met back into his life and see how he handled it. Admittedly, it was good play on their part if they wanted him to screw up again. His only clue to avoid a death sentence was he needed to be found “pure of heart,” whatever that meant.
She moistened her lips. The movement might not have been intentional, but his gaze locked onto the moisture now there. Not feeling sopure of heartright now.
Yep. The longer he was close to this woman, the more convinced he became they’d end up in far more than a lip-lock. And he didn’t care about the gods’ opinion of it.
His cell phone vibrated inside his pants pocket. He shifted in his seat to retrieve it and answered, “Yes?”
“Hey, it’s Danny. I think I found your master warlock.”
“Where?”
