Page 65 of The Predator
Smirking, I inched back.
Her cheeks were flushed. Lust dripped off her, and her long lashes swept down as her eyelids grew heavy.
“Let me talk to George. You leave Jordyn a message. Then, baby doll”—I tugged her to me—“I’m going to bury myself inside you until morning.”
A soft mewl escaped her sultry lips.
I was sure I left her dripping wet as I went inside.
George was in the kitchen, rinsing a glass. “I’m heading out. I made a pot roast for you. And if you run out of blood, there’s more in the fridge in the garage.”
“Thanks, man. I’ll be fine. The way shit is going, I won’t be here long.”
He raised a dark eyebrow. “Anything I can help with?”
I filled him on part of my convo with Tripp. “I’ll probably leave tomorrow night instead of the two days I planned.”
“Given what Webb has told me about Roman Brown, I have a feeling it’s about to be Edmund Rain all over again. Then there’s her family.” He whistled. “Take the time to build your energy. Your elemental powers need to be ready.”
I didn’t need any daggers, swords, or guns. “I agree, man. Only my gut tells me that whatever Roman has up his sleeve will put Edmund Rain to shame.”
“Stan and I will keep our eyes open for any newcomers in town. I’ll call you in the morning.” He grabbed his keys off the table in the foyer, gave me a nod, then left.
I shoved my fingers through my hair, pulling out the leather strap. Settling at the accordion glass doors, I watched Layla as I sharpened my hearing, listening to her caller. For a second, the blood halted in my veins until I realized it was Jordyn speaking.
“My interview went great,” Jordyn said. “Carly’s boss offered me the job. They gave me some time to think about it. Carly suggested I stay for the week. She wants to show me around and meet some of the people I would be working with. Oh, and she says hi.”
Layla and Jordyn had filled Webb and me in on Intech and Carly, who I learned was married to Jack’s oldest son.
“I hear some apprehension,” Layla said. “If it’s me you’re worried about, don’t.”
“Sure, I’m concerned about you, but it’s a big move,” Jordyn replied. “I like Carly. I don’t know that I’m ready to work for her or live here. I’m not exactly happy with our family at the moment.”
“Does she know what happened at the ranch?” Layla asked.
“You know Jack Jr. left Montana as soon as they married because he doesn’t want Carly involved in hunting vamps.”
“Yeah, but they’ve been married for two years,” Layla said. “Maybe he finally told her.”
“If she knows, she didn’t say anything to me,” Jordyn said. “Besides, remember Uncle Jack quit hunting around the time Jack Jr. married Carly.”
An interesting piece of info about Jack Jr.
“Are you going to stay, then?” Layla asked. “Oh, and is Conrad with you?”
“I’ll hang for a day or so, and yes, Conrad is in the lobby. Don’t worry, sis. I’m good. Any word from Rianne?”
Layla’s voice tensed. “No. I’ve left her several messages. I think we lost her for good.” Sadness made her words heavy. “I take it she hasn’t contacted you?”
“No. Do me a favor? Dr. Vieira said you needed to rest. That means forget about Rianne while you’re in Maine. How is it, by the way? The house? The ocean? You know we’ve always dreamed of living on the water.”
Layla slumped her shoulders. “It’s freaking beautiful here. I want a house like this one.” She gave Jordyn detail after detail, giddy as she talked.
I knocked on the glass. I hated to burst her bubble, but I didn’t want her to give away too much or linger on the phone.
She spun around and held up her finger. “Jordyn, I should go. I’m turning my phone off. Sam thinks Roman can track us.”
“Layla, listen to Sam. Don’t let your emotions overshadow logic. Roman can very well track you. Anyone with the means could. Besides, Rianne made her decision. When she’s ready to show herself, she will.”
