Page 31 of Tempt the Dragon
“I told you that already.”
He smirked.“Bleu tends to cook a lot. Giving us way more selections than is probably necessary. It’s easy to get used to.”
He wasn’t lying. Last night Bleu had cooked a meal that rivaled all the holiday meals she’d ever had at Rosilda’s, and the pot roast was delicious.
Sitting back against the vinyl covered bench seat she resigned herself to the fact that it probably wasn’t her stomach grumblingat all. It was the beast.
“We’re not enemies.” Aiken spoke when she remained silent. “We don’t have to act like we are by snapping at each other every chance we get.”
Wasn’t he always the mature and level-minded one? Well, of course he was, Mr. Damn Perfect.
“I didn’t start the snapping today, you did. And me not telling you about Riya’s call wasn’t intentional. I knew I needed tomention it to you because it directly affects our job.” And that was the most important thing, not the thing inside he’d awakened with his delicious kisses and magical hands.
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead, kept his lips drawn in a tight line, before finally nodding. “Fine. That’s done. From now on, we share all information as soon as we get it, no matter whattime of day or night it is.”
“Fine.”
Thankfully their food came quickly and she began eating. The hunger she’d thought was the current priority was quickly overshadowed by another question that she wasn’t sure she should ask. Actually, she shouldn’t care and yet, watching Aiken with his wavy black hair, devilishly defiant eyes, egged her on.
“Since we’re sharing all information, when’syour next date?” When a look of surprise flickered over his face, she shrugged. “I don’t want to mess up your schedule or keep any women waiting, so maybe we can plan our work around it?” Of course that was the most ridiculous idea she’d ever come up with. The immediate stinging of her skin signaled she wasn’t the only one who thought that wasn’t a great idea.
Aiken didn’t get a chance toanswer, because as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, his phone rang.
Mel had no idea what he was going to say in response to her question. What if he told her his next date was tonight? What was she going to do then? Roam around that fortress of a house trying not to think about getting in some woman’s face to tell her to back off her man?
She’d just picked up her second glass of orangejuice before she sat it down with a definite clank. Aiken wasn’t her man and there was no need for her to stake any claim on him, not the way he’d been so determined to do with her.
“We gotta go,” Aiken said abruptly.
Forgetting her silly question and the train of thought that followed, she stared at Aiken, noting that everything about him spoke of danger which instantly put her on alert.“What happened?”
“Three witches were slaughtered last night, and their bodies were just found.”
“Vampires?”
“Probably, let’s move.”
