Page 37 of Death Warden
“Patrol isn’t until later this afternoon.”
“You’re telling me there’s nothing else to do around here?”
He grinned and my heart stuttered. He had a gorgeous smile. “I didn’t say that.”
“Good, because idle hands make for naughty shit.”
“I’m sure that’s not how the saying goes.”
“Meh, whatever.” I stood and stretched.
Logan’s gaze dropped to my abdomen where my T-shirt had ridden up. He looked away quickly, but not before I caught the amber flare in his eyes.
“You might want to put on a sweater,” he said. “Hellhound blood runs hot so the club house heating is usually dialed low. Curo’s room is an exception.”
“What is he?”
“You should ask him that.”
“I did. He deflected.”
“Yeah, he doesn’t like to talk about it, but I’m sure he will eventually once he’s ready.”
I grabbed a thigh-length knitted sweater, one of my go-to items when writing, and shrugged it on over my leggings. The sleeves were so long they left only my fingertips bare. “Ready.”
He raked me over, amusement sparking in his eyes.
“What?” I reached up to smooth down my hair. I hadn’t blow-dried it after my shower and it had dried in a wavy cloud around my face. “I probably look crazy.” I rummaged in my overnight bag. “I’m sure I have a hair tie somewhere.”
His hand closed over mine. I looked up, startled. “Damn you move fast.”
“Leave it.” He tucked tendrils behind my ear. “You look adorable.”
Our gazes locked with an internal snick and a pulse of heat danced between us. Oh, shit. No way. He was so taken.
I broke eye contact, and he cleared his throat, putting distance between us as he strode to the door. “I hope you like bacon.”
“Love bacon.”
“Right, great.”
I followed him down the stairs and toward the kitchen. I’d sworn off bad boys, but I wasn’t attracted to saints either. Logan was the perfect compromise. Shame he was taken.
* * *
“So that amuletkeeps the monster at bay?” Logan asked.
“Yep.” I toyed with the chain. “Being here is helping me. The leylines make the pressure…less.”
“And this conduit…it could be anyone?” His eyes narrowed.
“I guess so.”
He chewed on his cheeks. “Would help if there was a way of speeding things up.”
“Trust me, I thought the same thing. But unfortunately, there isn’t.”
I checked my phone again. Still no reply from Tobias. It wasn’t like him to not respond to an urgent text and two voicemails.
