Page 102 of Hunters and Prey

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

He looked at both of them and sat up quickly as if he hadn’t noticed them sitting there until now.

“Excuse my manners,” he said. He reached a hand out to Tessa. “I’m Connor. Nice to meet you.”

He had an accent, a sexy one that made Tessa perk up. Even Cailyn sat up a little straighter.

Tessa shook his hand. “Tessa. Nice to meet you too.”

When Connor reached out to Cailyn, she shook his hand as well, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers. Along with the warmth, she felt a slight electric pulse run up her wrist and arm.

She gasped.

He was a shifter.

A quite powerful one.

She could tell the instant they touched.

Cailyn examined Connor from the shiny red hair on his head to his expensive black shoes.

Being a wizard explained why she couldn’t read Connor earlier. His form of power must have prevented it.

And by the shoes on his feet he wasn’t just a guitar player.

She swallowed when he caught her checking him out.

“I’m Cailyn.”

“Lovely name for a beautiful lass,” he said, and settled back in his chair once again. “Do you mind if I sit with you ladies for a bit? I find myself all alone on a Friday night, and you two seem like nice normal girls.”

Normal? I wish.

Cailyn faked a smile.

“You’re new to town,” Tessa said. “Where are you from?”

“Scotland,” Connor replied.

“Brilliant,” Tessa said, grinning. “But, we kinda knew from the accent.”

Connor tilted his head and nodded, a lock of his hair falling into his eyes. He racked his hair back. “Aye. Scotland is home, but, I have my sights set on relocating.”

Tessa peered at him. “Why is that?”

He rubbed his chin. “Good question. A little business. A little pleasure.”

Tessa and Cailyn exchanged glances. “Come to charm innocent American girls with your Scottish accent and guitar?”

He chuckled at that. “Not really.” He gave Cailyn a sidelong glance, making her subconscious of her white lock of hair. “I’ve come to fulfill a business deal with an old friend.”

“Oh, what kind?” Cailyn asked.

Cailyn folded her hands in her lap, eager to hear his answer, when one of the girls from her Asian history class stepped over.

“Hi,” she said.

Connor looked up at her from his seat.

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