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.The six under Noble's command turned hard and cold.Mordecai had demanded Jonas have his pet released from Sanctuary.So, a full-grown, malevolent-eyed natural coyote was now on her property.Great.Just what she needed.Weren't they supposed to be impossible to tame?Noble had changed as well, and that change made her more nervous than the others.The look he had given her had held a promise, a dark, almost forbidden promise, that shook her to her core.As he and Jonas retreated to the living room to discuss security, Haley retreated to the kitchen to bake.And to try to forget that look she had seen in Noble's eyes.The one that promised her he had given her enough space, and that soon, he would be crowding in even closer."Jonas is leaving, Haley." Noble stepped into the kitchen, his black gaze hooded as he flicked over the last sheet of cookies she was pulling from the oven.Haley nodded slowly."Fine."She turned and faced Jonas as he moved into the kitchen."We'll have this taken care of soon," Jonas promised her."We have several leads.Uriel was careless this time.Uriel has been erratic in the past few years anyway, so the successes could barely be counted because of it.""But someone still ended up dead, right?" she pointed out."Only because the victims didn't know they were targets," Jonas stated."We know.Now, I'll leave you with Noble.You have six men guarding you outside as well as that bloodthirsty animal Mordecai carts around with him.Nothing gets past any of them."He moved to the back door, shrugging his suit jacket on over the white dress shirt and shoulder holster he wore.Once he had the jacket on, he seemed like any other powerful businessman, until you looked in his eyes."Noble, I'd wish you luck with the other thing," Jonas suddenly turned back to them, his gaze amused, his hard face almost smiling."But I have a feeling you have that covered as well." He left the house, and Noble secured the door behind him before Haley could comment."What's the other thing?" she asked, as he turned back to face her."Something more personal," he finally stated.His voice was different.There was a rasp to it, a brief roughness that sent a chill up her spine.She rubbed her hands together, ignoring the tingling warmth that filled her palms.Her hands tingled every damned time he was around her.The need, the desire to touch him often nearly overcame her common sense.She nodded rather than asking about it.For a few minutes anyway—while she transferred the cookies from the baking sheet to the wire rack for them to cool."What is something more personal?" She laid the spatula down beside the rack and turned to him.Facing him across the distance of the kitchen, she somehow felt braver than she had in days.Someone was trying to kill her.Someone who knew how to kill.Excuse me for taking a little initiative here."Are you sure you want to know?" Sensually curved lips quirked knowingly."Is it about that mating crap you tried to pull on me the other night?" She hadn't forgotten.It had been in the back of her mind, teasing her, taunting her, and following her into her dreams when she managed to sleep.His brow arched."Mating crap?"She lifted her hand, indicating he should stay in place, then stomped to her bedroom, jerked several tabloids from beneath her bedstand, and moved back into the kitchen and slapped them on the table.MATING HEAT SWEEPS THROUGHTHE BREED COMMUNITIES.BREED APHRODISIAC RUMOREDTO CAUSE UNSTOPPABLE LUSTS.ARE THEY MORE ANIMAL THAN WE IMAGINED?MATING HEAT RUMOREDTO PRODUCE ANIMALISTIC RESULTS.The headlines were ridiculous, but they all reported nearly the same phenomenon."You read this trash?" he asked her, flipping his fingers over the magazines.She crossed her arms over her breasts."How much of it is true?" He flipped through the magazines one by one.His brows arched a few times.Mockery tugged at his lips before he tossed the last one back to the stop."I'd say ninety percent of it is fairly accurate."She blinked, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously."You're lying to me."His grin was slow, and did nothing to still the nervous feelings rising inside her."Yeah, I am." He shrugged."Probably more like eighty percent." He pushed his hand into the pocket of his jeans and withdrew a vial.Within it were several oddly colored pinkish pills.He tossed the vial to the table and stated."One a day, starting tonight." She stared at it, wondering if the breeds were into poison."For what?"He moved around the kitchen then, stalking closer as she refused to retreat.He came behind her, brushed the hair from her shoulder, and his head lowered, his lips brushing her ear [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]