Page 131 of Blood Stone
“It was something to do with my hands on the set. Under the circumstances, Kate, you may not want to wear it. At least, not openly. But keep it. I’d like you to have it.”
She closed her hand around it protectively. “It’s mine.”
He grinned. “You’d better go back in. Roman is ready to finish the job on me that you started.” He nodded toward the front door. Roman stood with his back against the front post of the veranda, his arms crossed. Even from the roadside, his glare was recognizable.
Kate slid the pendant carefully into her pocket. “See you on the set, Micheil.”
“Tomorrow,” he agreed and got into the taxi.
Halfway back to the studio, as he was composing a long email to Nial about their disclosure to Kate, Kate’s Twitter reached him.
@DoveAngel. I’d wish you sweet dreams, but you don’t, do you? Just torrid fantasies, huh?
His cock – his entire body – came to the alert and began to pound. There was nothing he could do about it. She was tucked up with Roman for the night. He could help himself, but it was a hollow meaningless venting at the best of times.
Garrett gripped the padded door handle and forced his mind on to any other track at all and struggled to keep it there.
It was going to be a very long night.
