A Fae in Fort Worth by Amy Armstrong Read Free Book Online

overlook things like that when it’s in their best interests.”
    “Right. Mitch, look, I’m sorry. About the vampires, I…”
    “Don’t,” he interrupted. “You got nothing to apologise for. Ain’t nothing either of us could have done differently to change the outcome of last night.”
    “Last night?” I balked. “How long have I been asleep?”
    Mitch smiled and I felt the jolt in my stomach that was becoming a regular occurrence when I looked at him. “Fourteen hours straight,” he informed me.
    “What? Fourteen hours? Crap!” I began to sit up, but when the sheet which covered me started to slip, I realised I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I gasped and grabbed the sheet, pulling it up to my neck. “What the hell? Did you…?”
    Mitch let out a husky-sounding chortle. “Wasn’t me. Scout’s honour.”
    He must have read my dubious expression because his chortle turned into a full-on, laugh. “Give me some credit, babe. I’m not so desperate to see you naked that I’d take advantage of you when you’re unconscious. I’m a patient man. I can wait until you wanna get naked in front of me. One of the elfin women undressed you. Your clothes were covered in blood. Your top was ruined, but the jeans survived. They washed them for you.”
    I ignored the earlier comment and asked, “Where are they? I need a top, my backpack is…”
    “Your backpack is on the floor by the dresser.” He nodded to the far side of the room. “Went back to get the bike. But you don’t need to put on any clothes on my account.”
    I followed his gaze then turned back to him. “Are you going to leave so that I can get dressed?”
    “No.”
    I blinked, but my body froze. “What?”
    His dark brown eyes locked on mine and he whispered, “Babe.” That was it. No apology, no explanation, no nothing .
    I glared at him, but as usual it had zero effect. He leant back in the chair and crossed one leg over the other, his right eyebrow raised challengingly.
    His new seated position enabled me to notice that he’d changed his clothes. A white T-shirt was fitted tight across the wall of his chest and I couldn’t stop my gaze from lingering there. A tattoo snaked up his left bicep, literally. Underneath the sleeve of his T-shirt I could just make out the tail of a rattlesnake which appeared to be coiled around a skull. I wondered if he had any more on his body. I swallowed then lifted my head.
    “Mitch.” I’d meant it to sound snarky, but it hadn’t come out that way at all. It had been breathy and Mitch’s eyes flashed in response. This was not good. We had things to do. There was no question that I was attracted to Mitch, but we didn’t have time to explore whatever the hell was simmering between us. When Mitch’s gaze grew heated, my breath caught. He didn’t look like he was going to move out of the chair anytime soon.
    I had to put an end to this, pronto, or I suspected I wouldn’t be the only one naked in bed. Jesus, why did my mind have to go there? I turned to the dresser and let out a frustrated sigh. “I need to get dressed, Mitch. If you’re not going to leave can you at least turn around or close your eyes?”
    When he failed to move, I decided I needed to be more insistent. I turned back to him, ready to fight my corner, but his eyes were closed.
    “Happy now?” he asked, his mouth curved up on one side.
    I was far from it, but if he had no intention of leaving the room, it would have to do. I slid off the bed, keeping the sheet tightly wrapped around me, and strode across the room to the dresser. I looked around and realised we must have been in a log cabin. The walls, the floor, even the ceiling was formed from a rough-looking lumber. There was only one door in the room. I wanted to wash up and brush my teeth, but I guessed that would have to wait. Besides, I didn’t want to spend any longer in the sanctuary than we had to.
    I unzipped my backpack and rifled around inside. I’d packed light,