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a sense of foreboding until I finally had to turn around to follow his motion. He gently
tucked his hand at the small of my back to urge me toward the car. I don t know why it
surprised me to have him open the car door, but it did. I drew the line when he reached to
help me with the seatbelt.
I can do it.
It sounded grumpy, even to me. Defeat wasn t something I took lightly, and I knew I
was sunk. One rash decision and my life was changed forever. That s what I got for
trying to make a statement. Somewhere in heaven, my parents were laughing at me.
The drive back to my house was mercifully quiet. It s hard to talk over the roar of
wind with the top down. Cole handled the car like he enjoyed the speed and
responsiveness of it. Of course, so did I. It was the main reason I d bought it. I loved the
way it begged you to go just a little faster or dart through traffic.
Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Pulling into my oak-lined drive, I had a moment
of shock. There were cars parked in front of my house, on the grass, in front of my rose
bushes. The drive had gone a good ways to calming my temper, but that threatened to set
me off, again.
Do they not see the driveway?
Cole glanced at me. I could see he wasn t following the logic. It was such a man
thing.
The cars. They parked their cars practically on top of my rose bushes. That bed of
roses has been there for a hundred years.
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I m sure they didn t want to block the drive, Sasha. Is there somewhere you d rather
they park?
He guided the car to a stop in front of the walk and I sprang out over the door.
Yeah, they can park their cars at their own houses.
He rolled his eyes at me and I turned to head up the walk. The sight of people
coming out my front door stopped me cold.
And why were they in my house, Mr. Reyes?
I let them in.
I turned to the porch to see the woman shouldering between two of the men. Unlike
them, she met my gaze squarely. She must have been made of sterner stuff not to run for
cover because I could tell that was what the boys wanted to do.
And why, exactly, did you let them into my house?
Because we needed to secure the perimeter and install the security system.
She looked at me with a perplexed expression. Oh, I m sure it sounded perfectly
logical to her, but it wasn t her life being shanghaied.
What security system?
She looked up and past me, so I turned to face the man who had put it all in motion.
Mr. Reyes, would you care to explain any of this or are you going to let me eat
them?
Society frowns on cannibalism.
Well, I m the supreme commander. For me, we ll make an exception.
One of the men on the porch laughed, but choked it back when I turned to glare at
him. He stood tall and broad shouldered, like a football linebacker. His sandy brown hair
was cut close to his head in a conservative haircut that didn t go with the faded frat jersey
he wore.
What s your name?
Warren, ma am. Warren Reaves. Glad to be in your service.
Okay, he can stay. The rest are fired.
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I turned back to Cole and stalked around the car until I was crowding his personal
space. I don t want them here.
Go move your cars around to the back of the house. There s a barn near the docks
where the boats are stored. You can park next to it. Stay on the drive.
They melted away without a word. On one hand, I d won an argument. On the other,
it wasn t the argument I d wanted to win. Before I had a chance to start in on him,
though, he unleashed his power to wash over me. Power, so thick and heavy it was like
standing on the front edge of a tropical storm, took my breath away. Without warning,
my own broke free to push his back so I was standing in my own pressure bubble. The
two powers wrapped around each other even as he began to bend over me. I stand five
feet seven in bare feet. In my two inch heels, I stood much closer to his six feet, give or
take an inch. With the power washing over us, I felt closer to four feet as he crowded into
my personal space, but pride made me stand my ground.
Do. You. Want. To. Die?
That made me step back and stare at him. Every word was enunciated through
clenched teeth. I didn t have a chance to ask what he meant because he took a step back,
too, and just stared at me before elaborating.
Has it ever occurred to you to ask why we don t have a member to sit on the voting
council? Do you think that no one has wanted the job? The last one was three years ago
and it was poison in his coffee that did him in. The one before that was a neat mugging
victim. The one before that, a viper tucked into his bed. The one before that& [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]