Page 47 of A Sinful Trap

“Oh, they aren’t alone. Ms. Littleton went up there with them.”

Son of a…“I’m on my way.”

“Was I right to call you about this?” She sounded uncertain for the first time since Bailey picked up the phone.

“You did exactly the right thing, Ava.” Bailey shook her head, turning the car around and heading back down the hill. “Please tell Cyndy to go home now and we’ll discuss the dangers of allowing senior citizens to wander through hundred-year-old attics another day. When I’m not having a heart attack.”

“I’m on it. And don’t worry. I’m keeping an eye on them while Dani goes to get help in case one of them falls.”

Which she wouldn’t have had to do if she hadn’t brought the old man over in the first place. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Bailey hung up and grimly navigated the curving road despite her swollen, bloodshot eyes. Her guests were in physical danger on her watch. That was more important than mental breakdowns and emotional angst. That was all she needed to focus on. One problem at a time.

Ghosts and spiders and shifters. So many things she would have sworn were fiction a few days ago were real, and Cam’s emotions and Davide’s were mingling and merging with her own, confusing the hell out of her. It was too much. Her head felt like it was exploding. Her heart was breaking. She was—

Running through the desert on four legs. Fast. Strong. With Davide beside me.

We have to get to her. Have to stop her. Mate.

“What the fuck?” She gripped the steering wheel for dear life and shook her head as if clearing cobwebs, frantic to dismiss the images. She couldn’t run on four legs and drive at the same time. What the hell were they doing to her?

Almost there. Stop, Bailey. Pull over. Now.

She slammed on her brakes as a wolf came out of the brush. And it was a wolf, not a stray dog or a bear, even if it was the size of one. There were houses right behind her and a crowded town mere blocks away, but she’d managed to stop on this isolated curve of the hill just in time to witness his arrival.

This wasn’t the same wolf she’d seen with Stax. That one had been dark gray and seemed strangely apologetic in his body language. This wolf was pure white. Bigger than the gray, and proud of what he was.

Cam?

As he sat there on the side of the road, a spotted mountain cat sauntered out of the brush behind him, its golden eyes staring right at her.

Lynx.

Davide, she realized, as they studied her in silence. Waiting for her reaction. This was Cam and Davide?

Bailey put her truck in park, opened her door and stepped onto the road. “This isn’t happening,” she informed them matter-of-factly. “This is me, losing my mind.”

She walked around the hood to get a closer look at them. They were just as beautiful in this form as they were in the other. So beautiful that, for a moment, everything else was forgotten. “How is this possible?”

Bailey.

They knew her and they weren’t running away. Could these really be the men she’d just been lusting after? Dreaming about? Falling for? “Prove it,” she whispered. “Show me I’m not standing here talking to some millionaire’s escaped black-market pets.”

The warm air stirred around her, the mingling smell of desert flowers, green forest and snow momentarily confusing her senses. Snow? Was that coming from them?

She lost her train of thought as the wolf and lynx shimmered in front of her.

Then she blinked.

Blinked again.

Backed up and slapped her hand over her eyes so swiftly she almost gave herself a concussion. “Oh my God. Naked.”

“Bailey, are you hurt?” Cam said.

The sound of his footfalls on the asphalt made her put her other hand out to stop him. “Totally naked. Stay there. Right where you are. Being naked. Couldn’t you have brought a towel or something?”

After a few seconds of strained silence, she parted her fingers enough to make sure they were still there. Yep. There they were, in all their glory.

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