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Authors: Vella Day
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“What about the wolf claw on your shoulder?”
“The McKinnon’s have had both for generations. To be honest, I’ve never questioned it.” He held up his palms as if he’d had enough of her scrutiny for now. “Let me throw on a shirt and then we can go.”
He disappeared down the hall. It wasn’t just his protective nature that appealed to her, it was also that he treated her with respect. The fact that her body went into overdrive every time she was near him was an added bonus.
*
While she waited, Izzy took a moment to look around. Rye’s house could use a woman’s touch that was for sure. The white walls and monochromatic furniture screamed practical and masculine. A few well-placed crystals here and there would do wonders for his health and liven up the space. As she dragged her gaze toward the kitchen, she halted. Before she could figure out why Missy’s crystals were here, Rye walked in all dressed in a tight black T-shirt totally distracting her.
Once she regained her equilibrium, she nodded to the candles. “Those look familiar.”
“They should,” he said matter-of-factly. “Connor asked Missy to come here and help with my healing. I needed the extra boost from her powers in my weakened state even though I was in wolf form. I have to say, she worked magic—literally.”
His rapid healing pleased her, but she was a bit miffed that Missy hadn’t told her about Rye’s injury. She and her sister would have a little chat later. “She never said anything about your injury or that she helped with your healing.”
“She’s a professional.”
He did have a point. Izzy and Rye left to check out her place. As she stepped outside, she took in her surroundings first before continuing on to her car. If this stalker could follow her from Scotland to Tennessee without her knowledge, he was one slippery bastard.
“Mind if I drive?” Rye asked.
Izzy swiveled around to face him. “I thought you said you wrecked your car.”
“I did.” He held out his hand, apparently for her keys.
“I’m a good driver.”
“I’m sure you are, but if I sense the shifter is near, I can react faster.”
That made sense, but the real reason was probably closer to the fact he needed to be in charge. There wasn’t time for a debate, however. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
For most of the short drive to her house, Rye said little. It was as if he was concocting a game plan in his mind.
“When we get there,” he finally said, “I want you to stay in the car and lock the doors.”
Now he’d gone too far. “I should be telling you that. If I had wanted to kill the man, I could have already. I just didn’t feel like answering questions about how I ended up with a body burned to a crisp in my back yard.”
A small smile lifted his lips. He then glanced over at her. “I think I should see a demonstration of what you can do.”
Her powers had grown to such a scale that she hadn’t even told her parents the extent of her abilities. Besides, her magic was highly personal, and she wasn’t willing to share it with anyone yet, let alone a man who she didn’t know all that well.
But you want to know him better said that little voice in her head.
Maybe …
The problem was that while Rye appeared to be interested in her, like so many others before, he would eventually feel threatened by her powers and leave.
As Rye neared her house, her stomach churned. She really didn’t want to see the man again, yet she didn’t want him gone either.
“Is the garden in the back?” Rye asked.
“Yes,” she said as she pushed open her door and started to get out.
“Izzy, please?”
“Fine.” She didn’t want to see the jerk anyway.
Rye slid out his side of the car. “Lock the doors. If you see him, drive away.”
She’d never leave Rye to fend for himself, but she decided to keep quiet about that. “Ask him what he wants from me.”
“Oh, you can bet I will.”
He jogged toward the back of
“What about the wolf claw on your shoulder?”
“The McKinnon’s have had both for generations. To be honest, I’ve never questioned it.” He held up his palms as if he’d had enough of her scrutiny for now. “Let me throw on a shirt and then we can go.”
He disappeared down the hall. It wasn’t just his protective nature that appealed to her, it was also that he treated her with respect. The fact that her body went into overdrive every time she was near him was an added bonus.
*
While she waited, Izzy took a moment to look around. Rye’s house could use a woman’s touch that was for sure. The white walls and monochromatic furniture screamed practical and masculine. A few well-placed crystals here and there would do wonders for his health and liven up the space. As she dragged her gaze toward the kitchen, she halted. Before she could figure out why Missy’s crystals were here, Rye walked in all dressed in a tight black T-shirt totally distracting her.
Once she regained her equilibrium, she nodded to the candles. “Those look familiar.”
“They should,” he said matter-of-factly. “Connor asked Missy to come here and help with my healing. I needed the extra boost from her powers in my weakened state even though I was in wolf form. I have to say, she worked magic—literally.”
His rapid healing pleased her, but she was a bit miffed that Missy hadn’t told her about Rye’s injury. She and her sister would have a little chat later. “She never said anything about your injury or that she helped with your healing.”
“She’s a professional.”
He did have a point. Izzy and Rye left to check out her place. As she stepped outside, she took in her surroundings first before continuing on to her car. If this stalker could follow her from Scotland to Tennessee without her knowledge, he was one slippery bastard.
“Mind if I drive?” Rye asked.
Izzy swiveled around to face him. “I thought you said you wrecked your car.”
“I did.” He held out his hand, apparently for her keys.
“I’m a good driver.”
“I’m sure you are, but if I sense the shifter is near, I can react faster.”
That made sense, but the real reason was probably closer to the fact he needed to be in charge. There wasn’t time for a debate, however. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
For most of the short drive to her house, Rye said little. It was as if he was concocting a game plan in his mind.
“When we get there,” he finally said, “I want you to stay in the car and lock the doors.”
Now he’d gone too far. “I should be telling you that. If I had wanted to kill the man, I could have already. I just didn’t feel like answering questions about how I ended up with a body burned to a crisp in my back yard.”
A small smile lifted his lips. He then glanced over at her. “I think I should see a demonstration of what you can do.”
Her powers had grown to such a scale that she hadn’t even told her parents the extent of her abilities. Besides, her magic was highly personal, and she wasn’t willing to share it with anyone yet, let alone a man who she didn’t know all that well.
But you want to know him better said that little voice in her head.
Maybe …
The problem was that while Rye appeared to be interested in her, like so many others before, he would eventually feel threatened by her powers and leave.
As Rye neared her house, her stomach churned. She really didn’t want to see the man again, yet she didn’t want him gone either.
“Is the garden in the back?” Rye asked.
“Yes,” she said as she pushed open her door and started to get out.
“Izzy, please?”
“Fine.” She didn’t want to see the jerk anyway.
Rye slid out his side of the car. “Lock the doors. If you see him, drive away.”
She’d never leave Rye to fend for himself, but she decided to keep quiet about that. “Ask him what he wants from me.”
“Oh, you can bet I will.”
He jogged toward the back of
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