Page 60 of The Vampire's Thirst
She forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom.Oops. Wrapping a towel around her, she peeked out the door. He was back. “Will you toss me my stuff?”
“No. Get it yourself.”
All six-foot-too-much of solid male lay on the bed, ankles crossed, arms folded under his head, biceps bulging. He would entice any woman to commit sin, especially one who’d dreamed about him most of her life. Why did he have to be a jerk? In the future, she’d keep her lips zipped. No professions of love.
Instead of sighing, Chiara checked to see she was adequately covered.
Hell. I show more than this in a swimsuit.
“Grouch.” She raced into the room and opened the duffel. While she grabbed panties, bra, a long skirt, and a cute, cropped T-shirt, Dax’s eyes followed her. “A gentleman would look the other way.”
He let out a snarl-laugh, something he did so well and so often, as she hustled back to the bathroom.
Dressed and groomed, she came out for her second cup of coffee along with the vampire’s story of last night’s exploration.
“I saw an army at the portal. I’m guessing Missoula was a gateway on Dante’s share list. While I watched, soldiers captured two Aeternals. We can’t get to Scath from here, but afreronof mine owns a ranch in Montana near Bozeman. I know where it is.”
Chiara was amazed that words she didn’t know days ago now made complete sense. Portal. Aeternals. Scath. Except one. “Afreron?”
“Another Firebrand.”
“Okay. I guess we drive to Bozeman. How do you know he’s there?”
“I don’t. Just a guess he will pass through soon. He was in trouble when I left home. Nothing serious. He’s an honorable male. A wolf shifter.” Dax drained his coffee and stood.
The vampire’s fingers combed through his gorgeous, straight midnight hair. A habit? Or did she make him nervous? She hoped so because he sure as hell tied her in emotional knots.
Dax hefted their newly purchased duffel and unlatched the door. In the parking lot, she reached for the driver’s door handle. He yanked on Chiara’s elbow. “Think again, little witch.”
“My car. My baby to drive.”
He shook his head as he forced her to the passenger side. “Are we going to have this argument every time?”
“We will until you get over this alpha thing you got going. Women have been driving for years.”
“Not with me.”
“Who’s Dante?” She snapped on her seatbelt, letting the argument rest for now.
“Breakfast first.”
Chiara pointed ahead as they pulled away from the motel. “Let’s do that drive-through. Over there.”
Once they stopped in front of the menu board and speaker, Chiara leaned across him to order for both of them.
Dax pulled his brows tight. “I can speak for myself.”
“Of course you can. Now you know how I feel about your insisting on driving all the time.”
“Not the same thing.” His grouchy lips twitched downward.
“It’s exactly the same thing.”
Dax snarled, driving up to the window. He set two more coffees in the holder, tossing the bag to her.
With the breakfast in hand, she passed a biscuit and egg to Dax. He waved off the hash browns.Big mistake.Chiara stuffed the wrapper into the sack. With a yum and a sigh, she opened wide for a huge bite of her McDonald’s sandwich.
“How can you scarf down all that grease?” Dax took one bite before tossing his. He pointed at one of the coffees. “Take off the lid.” While he sipped, he pulled out of the lot.
