Page 59 of The Seeker
There you are.
Reshon.
Meera tore her mouth away from Rhys’s, her breath coming hard and fast. His eyes locked on her mouth, and she recognized the hunger her mother had spoken of. It was written across his flushed lips and the hard set of his jaw.
“I wasn’t finished,” he said roughly.
“I know.” She pushed back and he lowered her to the ground. “We need to stop.”
“Why?”
Meera blinked. “You know why.”
He frowned and tore his gaze from her lips to look into her eyes. “I want you. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let it interfere with this mission.”
“Good.” Meera’s heart was racing. She felt split in two and exposed. “Good. I was…” She didn’t know where to look, but it definitely wasn’t a good idea to look at the arousal evident in Rhys’s trousers. That gave her too many ideas. “I’m… going to—”
“What?”
Meera blinked. “I’m going to get you a map.”
“A map?” He frowned. “Why?”
“Because you were just looking for one. A topographical map of the Atchafalaya Basin. It’s an excellent idea. We definitely need one.”
He looked around the cottage. “A topographical…” He looked back at her. “Right. A map. I needed a map before you…”
“I kissed you.”
“Yes you did.” His eyes turned from hunger to caution. “You said that wasn’t a good idea.”
“It’s not.” Meera walked to the door. “I just decided to do it anyway.”
He caught her arm before she could walk out the door. “Is this lapse in judgment going to happen again?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“It wasn’t intended to be.” Damn it, why did she find him charming when he turned stubborn like this?
“I’m being presumptuous,” he said. “Feel free to put me in my place. Use both hands if you like.”
Meera didn’t know whether to scowl or smile, so she tugged her arm away and walked out to the porch without saying a word. Rhys did not follow her.
“I’ll take that as a yes too!” he shouted.
Meera ignored him and kept walking.
Impossible man.
Meera pagedthrough the maps desk in the library of the main house. The afternoon had heated up, and someone had opened the windows and hung damp sheets on the porch, allowing a cool breeze to waft through the house. The overhead lights and lamps were shut off; only the filtered light that trickled through the oaks illuminated the east side of the mansion where the library was situated.
Blue shadows in the corner coalesced into the shape of a slim, dusky-skinned girl with gold eyes and jet-black hair. “You can’t deny it now. You’re connected to the scribe.”
Meera glanced up but quickly looked away from the perceptive amber gaze. “What are you doing here, Vasu? You know I don’t like it when you come to the haven.”
“That’s why I took this form.”
